#but if you’re like ‘I can’t watch this anymore’

[sinstear]

if there was one thing that kept her at bay from anything, it would be her arm. she loved and hated that part about herself. loved that it could protect her when needed, but hated that it could hurt someone she loved. sevika wasn’t afraid to use something so powerful to keep away evil, but she would never forgive herself if she accidentally hurt the one she swore to protect. even just holding their face in her hand, sent shivers down her spine and worry through her mind and body.  

you never minded though. in fact, there were times when you’d be sitting with her or near her, that your eyes would travel away from her current card game, down her metal arm, more times than none, and just stare at it. it was beautifully fascinating to you. with or without her knowledge of you just gawking at her. 

sevika did notice one night though, out of the blue, to your surprise, when you were comfortably sitting beside her— drinking from her whiskey glass and watching how she flawlessly yet swiftly dealt her cards. 

it started with her body tensing beside yours, calmy, when you lightly traced patterns on the cool metal, not wanting to push her into anything, just being gentle and cautious with your approach. then it was the way she looked at you from the corner of her eye, seeing you sitting there, looking down at her arm— but you didn’t look scared or worried. not like most people did. you looked interested.

“do you think it’s gonna bite you or something if you state at it any longer?” her voice rang out, raspy and gruff. the cigar hanging loosely between her lips made her look ten times hotter.

“that a challenge?” 

“maybe, maybe not, who knows with you.” 

for the remainder of her games— most of the time she could sit there all day but if she has company, aka you, then she takes time to spend with you before she’s got her usual shit to do, and finally stubbed out her cigar and put all of her attention on you. 

“you’re quiet,” she pointed out, sliding the coins off the table and pushing them into her pocket. “which is unusual, you’re never quiet.”

“gee, thanks,” you glared at her, yet the way your lips quirked up into a smile, made it aware you weren’t really mad. “just thinking.”

“well don’t be too excited to share, what’s wrong?” 

her eyes followed your gaze, and that’s when she quickly noticed you weren’t looking at her anymore, more or so looking at her arm again. “can i hold it?” 

your question was an innocent one, cautious even, but to her, it meant everything. you could tell by the way her eyes shifted away from you nervously, looking at anything but you. “i don’t think that’s a good idea,” she laughed, trying to play it off. “probably shouldn’t.” 

“shouldn’t or don’t want me to?”

“is there a difference?”

she’s looking at you again, too busy focused on what you’re saying to notice the small shift of your hand reaching for her metal one. “who knows with you,” you murmured with a playful smile.

it’s only when she feels you interlock your fingers with hers that she tries to pull away and save you the trouble but you’re faster. just a little, and pressing her hand to your cheek.

“you won’t hurt me.” you reassured. as if you were answering a question her eyes were silently asking, something she couldn’t find herself saying out loud. sevika’s lips part with a gentle sigh when your free hand reaches up and cups her metal hand against your cheek a little firmer, and she clenches her jaw tightly once you’re smiling. “i promise, you won’t hurt me, you can’t.” 

“how do you know i won’t?” she asked, insecurity laced with worry in her voice. 

“because if you wanted to you would have done it when we first met.” you stated, eyebrow raising just slightly when sevika moves her fingers across the apples of your cheek slowly. the coldness of the metal tingling your skin as she moved. “but you haven’t, so.” 

“maybe you just haven’t pissed me off enough yet.” sevika grins, and it’s almost primal in the way she looks at you. 

“yet,” you clicked your tongue with a light chuckle. “there’s still time then.”

your eyes lock with hers as she presses her thumb against your lips, almost like she wasn’t aware of what she was doing, while you mischievously winked. “maybe just a little time,” she murmured and pushed harder.

the cold metal of her fingers brushed against the muscle of your tongue before you knew it and sevika didn’t know whether to moan or growl at the sight of you grinning smugly around her fingers. it wasn’t something she was used to. she’s used to people seeing it, turning the other way and getting away from her.

but here you are, greedily sucking her fingers and having no issues or worries. not caring in the slightest. “you’re gonna be the death of me,” she admitted, in awe of you and watched you closely. “and i think it’s worrying that i’m perfectly okay with that.”

[cheetabites]

☆彡 peppers ˳༄꠶

character: hwang in-ho / 001 / frontman

˳༄꠶ summary: five sfw and nsfw general headcannons for the frontman

sfw headcannons

★ i truly believe he’d be a devoted partner to you; he literally accepted loans / bribes - loosing his job in the process - just to help his sick wife and eventually entered the squid games just to pay for her treatment

★ when he was declared victorious he was so happy to go home. but when he arrived back and was met with the news that his wife had already died, he fell into a raging depression; scapegoating the blame of her death onto others due to his immense grief. eventually he decided to go back to the games because he didn’t believe there was really anything out there for him anymore

★ deep down there’s a small part of himself that regrets giving jun-ho his kidney - if he had sold it he could’ve payed for the treatment earlier; but this hard truth was something he tried his best to repress because he felt ashamed for thinking that way, after all he still loved his brother

★ he knows about the organ harvesting. while he’s not directly involved in it, he makes no effort to stop it - if anything, he thinks it’s a good use since it would be a waste to incinerate usable organs, and because it’ll ‘help’ other people like his deceased wife (people who need transplants)

★ he still carries a photograph of his wife even while running the games, although he makes sure to never leave it out in the open. it’s always on his person one way or another. when he looks at her picture though, it’s a brief period of clarity where he reflects on his actions and what she’d think of him if she saw what he did and continues to do

nsfw headcannons

★ he’s a dom, no doubt about it. although in the beginning of your relationship he’s more of a hard dom, the further you progress with your relationship waters that down a bit; he needs a deep emotional connection with his partner to get there though

★ he’s really into marking your body; primarily though, it’s mostly hickies that he leaves on your skin - usually on your neck or on your thighs. he wouldn’t leave anything deeper than tiny purple bruises. to him, leaving bruises - that come from hard impact play, spanking, ect - on your body is unsightly and it leaves him disgusted

★ one of his favorite sex positions is definitely doggystyle. he seems to be the guy that’ll lay his arm around your front just to pull you close, so he can watch you tilt your head back with that look of ecstasy. he sometimes wraps a tie around your neck to pull your head back if he wants to fuck hard and fast

★ whenever you guys are fucking in missionary, he’ll have one of his hands wrapped around your neck as he degrades you - sometimes adding some faux pity into his tone whenever you whine that it’s too much or that it’s too big

★ he overstimulates you as a punishment. saying things like “oh now you’re complaining that it’s too much when you couldn’t even control yourself while i was away” or “you say you can’t take anymore even though you keep creaming all over my fingers, such a dirty whore”

the end! i hope you enjoyed <3!

[cherrylibby]

The Waiting Game

word cout: 1492

You and Hangman’s relationship had always been a tangled web—confusing, infuriating, and impossibly magnetic. A near-decade of history bound the two of you together, filled with fiery arguments that often teetered on the edge of something far more dangerous. For every biting insult Jake threw your way, he fought the overwhelming urge to press his lips against yours, to push you against the nearest wall, and lose himself in the chaos of you.

Then came the detachment mission. High stakes, adrenaline, and close calls. In the heat of it all, Jake finally gave in. He kissed you, hard and desperate, in the confined space of your shared bunk room. It was wild, raw, and messy—a moment of surrender neither of you could deny. But when the mission ended, so did Jake’s acknowledgment of what had happened. He acted as if nothing had changed, as if you hadn’t nearly died and left a piece of yourself with him.

The dance continued—a few more clandestine hookups, moments of passion followed by an endless, aching void. Now, standing at the Hard Deck, you watched him flirt with a stunning Lieutenant named Echo. Jealousy coiled in your chest, sharp and bitter. Was it really too much to ask for consistency, for something real?

You sat at the bar, nursing a drink and doing everything in your power to block out the sight of him.

After a few long minutes, Jake’s voice cut through the noise, sharp and taunting as always. “You know it’s rude not to say hi when you see me, Spitfire.”

Without looking up, you muttered, “Go away, Jake.”

His scoff was almost amused, but it carried a thread of disbelief. After bidding Echo goodbye, he slid onto the stool beside you. His smirk was maddening as he ordered a beer.

“Don’t act so sour. It doesn’t suit you,” he teased, his tone light but his gaze heavy as it lingered on your profile. His voice dropped, low and smug. “You should stop being so jealous. You’re terrible at hiding it.”

You clenched your jaw and stared straight ahead, refusing to meet his eyes. But when his words landed, your composure cracked. Your vision blurred as tears welled up, spilling over before you could stop them.

“This is just a joke to you, huh?” Your voice broke as you finally turned to him, tears streaking your cheeks.

Jake’s smirk faltered, his cocky mask slipping. He blinked, caught off guard by your raw emotion. “You’re crying?” His voice was laced with genuine surprise, even a hint of concern.

“Just leave me alone,” you whispered, shaking your head and turning away.

Jake sighed, his tone softening as he leaned closer. “Hey… look, I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t realize—” His words faltered as he reached out, his fingers brushing your chin. He gently tilted your head so you were forced to meet his gaze.

His eyes searched yours, softer than you’d ever seen them. “Talk to me,” he murmured, his voice quiet and trembling. “Please.”

You swallowed hard, your chest heaving with unshed sobs. “Why do you care now?” you whispered, bitterness seeping into your words. “You never cared before.”

Jake’s face fell, his brows knitting together. “That’s not true,” he insisted, but even he didn’t sound convinced.

“I can’t do this anymore.” Your voice was barely audible, but it hit Jake like a punch to the gut.

His eyes widened, panic flickering across his face. “W-what do you mean?” he stammered, his grip on your chin loosening.

“I can’t keep waiting for you to pick me,” you said, tears spilling freely now.

Jake’s breath hitched as the weight of your words settled over him. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, his hand falling away as he stared ahead, unable to meet your gaze. He was selfish—he knew that. He wanted it all, wanted you, but he’d been too afraid to commit.

“…But you’re the only one I want,” he said finally, his voice breaking. “I can’t lose you. I can’t imagine it.”

And then, something you never expected: Jake’s voice cracked, and his eyes shimmered with unshed tears. He turned back to you, his expression vulnerable in a way you’d never seen before.

“I know I’ve been an ass,” he said, his voice shaking. “I push you away because I’m scared, okay? I’m terrified. Of losing you, of screwing this up. Of not being enough for you.”

A single tear slid down his cheek, and he quickly wiped it away, but his composure was slipping. “You’re not just some fling to me, Libby. You never were. You’re… you’re everything. And I don’t know how to be the guy you deserve, but God, I want to try. I’ll do whatever it takes, just… don’t walk away.”

The silence between you was heavy, his words hanging in the air. Jake’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he waited, his heart on the line for the first time in his life.

“I need time,” you admitted softly, your voice trembling.

“Please,” Jake started, leaning toward you, his desperation palpable. “Let me—”

“Jake,” you interrupted, your eyes meeting his. “Please. Just give me time.”

Jake’s breath hitched, and he nodded slowly, his chest heaving as he tried to hold back another wave of emotion. “I’ll wait,” he promised, his voice cracking. “For as long as it takes, I’ll wait.”

The silence between you was heavy but laced with hope. Jake’s heart was on the line, and for once, he was willing to risk everything.

The accident happened on a routine flight—a bird strike, engine failure, and an emergency ejection. The force of it left you battered and bruised, but alive. Barely. By the time the rescue team found you, you were unconscious and bleeding, your flight suit torn and scorched.

When Jake got the news, he felt the ground drop from beneath him. The call came through from the base, and he didn’t even wait for the details. He raced to the hospital, his heart pounding in his chest, a silent prayer tumbling from his lips over and over: Please let her be okay. Please.

Hours later, Jake stood in the sterile hospital hallway, staring through the glass window into your room. You lay there, pale and fragile, machines beeping steadily around you. It felt wrong—you were never fragile. You were a force of nature, strong and defiant. Seeing you like this twisted something deep inside him.

The nurse gave him a small nod, allowing him to enter. Jake pushed the door open and stepped inside, his boots heavy against the tile floor. He hesitated at the foot of your bed, his hands trembling as he clenched them into fists.

“Spifire…” he whispered, his voice cracking.

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound, groggy but aware. When your gaze met his, tears immediately welled in your eyes.

“Jake,” you croaked, your voice barely audible.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. Jake dropped into the chair beside your bed, his head falling into his hands as his shoulders began to shake. It took a moment before you realized he was crying. Crying. Jake Seresin, the cocky, unflappable Hangman, was breaking apart before your eyes.

“I thought I lost you,” he choked out, his voice raw with emotion. “God, Y/n, when they told me what happened, I—” He shook his head, his tears spilling freely now.

“I’ve been such a damn fool,” he continued, his voice thick. “I’ve spent so much time pushing you away, pretending like what we have doesn’t matter because I was scared. Scared of what it would mean to love you. But I do,  Y/n. I love you so much it scares the hell out of me.”

Your breath hitched, tears streaming down your cheeks as you listened to him bare his soul.

Jake reached for your hand, his fingers trembling as they closed around yours. “I can’t lose you. I won’t survive it. You’re the best thing in my life, and I’ve been too blind to see it until now. Please,  Y/n… give me another chance. Let me be the man you deserve. I swear, I’ll spend every day making it up to you.”

You stared at him, overwhelmed by the raw, unfiltered vulnerability in his eyes. Despite the pain coursing through your body, you managed a small, trembling smile.

“I’m not going anywhere, Jake,” you whispered, your voice soft but firm. “But you have to promise me… no more games. No more running.”

Jake nodded fervently, his grip on your hand tightening. “No more games,” he vowed, his voice steady despite the tears still streaming down his face. “I’m all in,  Y/n. For you, for us.”

The room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the monitors and the sound of Jake’s quiet sniffles as he leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. For the first time in years, the tension between you dissolved, replaced by something deeper, something real.

[revelboo]

So the joints on the 2024 golden lagoon set are very brittle. Reached out to the company and they said the 2025 set will have improved joints. Had to perform knee surgery on starscream but he's good now (rip inferno I'm sorry I stole your joints) and the company is sending a new set of the improved ones when they receive their 2025 sets

Ahh! His little smirk.. I want to open the package now even worse... very, very carefully

Everything Is Alright Pt 102

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Soundwave’s servos tighten on you in a subtle warning. Not that you need one, having no intention of telling the warlord about that since you have no idea how he’ll respond. Tucking your face against Soundwave’s neck, hiccuping now you’re so upset, you can’t even care that you’re still on Soundwave. Megatron’s walked in on you enough times, it’s hard to care anymore. Mostly, but a mortified part of you dies a bit more every time. “Argument,” Soundwave says, hands running over you soothingly as you try to get yourself together. You’re lying, that anger in Star’s voice hooks at you, making you want to start sobbing all over again.

• Optics narrowing as you hide your face against Soundwave, Megatron hesitates before sitting on the edge of the berth, hands dangling between his thighs. Wishes it was only Soundwave, not you too, but at least you’re not looking at him with those eyes. “Why a human?” He asks and you do peek at him, face flushed and wet with tears as he watches his old friend cup the back of your head. Wanting to understand this. “The size difference?” And you make a choked little sound that he suspects is a laugh as Soundwave bumps his helm against your forehead, rubbing his cheek against yours to make you loop your arms around his neck. The intimacy of the interaction making his spark ache even though he doesn’t know why.

• “Because of who they are,” Soundwave growls. Not the most talkative mech by any means, he knows this is important. Making Megatron understand that you’re not a plaything to him is a step forward to making you safe and keeping you that way. Knows the warlord is curious about you now that the anger has burned low. And that he could make you safest by twisting that curiosity into something else. Something Starscream will hate him even more for. Retracting his mask, he brushes his mouth against your cheek. “Sweet, little mate.”

• Low voice dipping to a rumbling croon, you lay your cheek against his shoulder. Still able to keep an eye on Megatron as you wonder at Soundwave’s seeming indifference to being so small around Megatron. He’s not terrified of him like Star is. At the thought of him, that hollow, aching pain doubles and Soundwave croons more insistently at you. The deep sound humming through you and unraveling the fear and tension, seeming to whisper to you that it’s okay, to not worry.

• Transforming, silhouetted against the bright sky, he hangs there trying to get himself together. A lie. A trick. But the look that has been on your face? That pain was real. If it is? If he somehow sparked you? Primus, he’s not cut out to be a sire. Thinks of the manipulations and casual cruelty of his own carrier and that anxiety cranks tighter, because he can’t do this. Can’t be what you need him to be even though he wants it. What if he’s every bit as awful as his carrier was? If his sparkling despises him and you because of him. There are so many horrible what ifs digging into him, tearing into his processor. That he’s not good enough, not good at all. That pain in your eyes. Like you’re sure he’s abandoning you again, as lost as you’d been that night he’d tried to set you free. Reaching out a hand after him and crying out his name. Pleading to not be left. And he’d done it again, leaving you scared and reaching after him when you’d needed him most. Transforming, he races back to you. Back to home and a future he desperately wants even if it terrifies him.

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[faithsotherhouseofchaos]

Breast reduction surgery||Charles leclerc x fem!reader

Summary— Charles loves your breast so when you decide to tell him that you’re thinking about a reduction surgery he feels like his world is ending.

Word count —589

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon in Charles’ apartment, the kind of day that begged for nothing more than lounging on the couch and ignoring the world. He was half-watching a football match, the sound of commentators filling the space as he absentmindedly scrolled on his phone. Beside him, Y/N was curled up, legs tucked beneath her, scrolling through her phone with a focused look on her face.

Out of nowhere, she sighed, set her phone down, and said casually, “I think I’m finally going to do it.”

Charles looked up, brow furrowing. “Do what?”

She didn’t even glance at him. “Get a breast reduction.”

It took him a moment to process the words. He blinked, sat up straighter, and turned to her with wide eyes. “Hold on. What now?”

Y/N finally looked at him, her expression calm but resolute. “I’ve been thinking about it for years, and I think it’s time. My back can’t take it anymore.”

Charles stared at her like she’d just suggested selling their firstborn child. “Your back? When did this become about your back?”

“Always,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Charles, you know this. I’ve been complaining for ages.”

He leaned back, waving a hand dismissively. “You’ve complained, sure, but I just thought it was, like, normal life complaining. Not surgery-level complaining!”

“Charles,” she said firmly, her tone laced with both patience and warning.

He sat up, his full attention now on her. “You’re seriously thinking about just… getting rid of them? Like, just like that?”

“Yes.”

“But…” He gestured dramatically at her chest. “You can’t just get rid of them! They’re—” He paused, grasping for the right word. “They’re iconic!”

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose, already regretting bringing this up while he was awake. “Charles. I’m in pain all the time. My shoulders have permanent dents from my bra straps, I can’t go running without strapping myself in like a gladiator, and every button-up shirt I own gapes open like it’s crying for help.”

“Okay,” he said, raising a hand to stop her. “But—”

“And bras?” she interrupted. “Do you know how much I spend on bras? A hundred bucks each, minimum. And they’re not even cute. They’re functional. Like, ‘industrial scaffolding’ functional.”

Charles blinked at her, his lips parting like he wanted to argue but couldn’t find the words. Finally, he said weakly, “But… you look great in them.”

“Oh my god.” She threw her hands up, exasperated. “This is not about how I look, Charles. It’s about how I feel. And I feel like I’m carrying around a couple of bowling balls every day of my life.”

He frowned, leaning forward as if he could reason his way out of this. “But what about us?”

“What about us?”

“Our dynamic! The… the whole…” He gestured at her chest again, like it was a key player in their relationship. “You know, vibe.”

“Charles,” she said flatly. “They’re boobs.”

“Not just boobs,” he argued. “They’re your boobs. They’re a part of you. A part of us!”

She stared at him, deadpan. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m serious!” He stood up, pacing in front of the couch now. “Do you know how many people would kill for what you’ve got? And you’re just gonna… throw them away like an old sweater?”

“Okay, first of all, ew. And second of all, you’re being dramatic.”

He stopped pacing to point at her. “I’m not being dramatic. I’m being honest. You’re about to break the hearts of an entire fanbase—”

“Your fanbase,” she corrected, raising an eyebrow.

“Exactly!”

Y/N let out a disbelieving laugh. “Charles, I’ve made up my mind. This isn’t about you, or your ‘fanbase,’ or even how I look. It’s about me being able to live my life without constant pain and discomfort.”

He deflated a little at that, sinking back onto the couch. “But what if you regret it?”

“I won’t.”

“But what if you do?” he pressed. “What if one day you wake up and think, ‘Wow, my life was so much better when Charles was worshiping the temple of—’”

She picked up a throw pillow and smacked him in the face with it. He caught it with a grin, but his eyes were still slightly pleading.

“Charles,” she said, softer now. “I appreciate that you love me exactly as I am. But this isn’t about you.”

He sighed dramatically, flopping backward on the couch. “Fine. But just so you know, I’m going to miss them. Like… a lot.”

“Noted,” she said dryly.

“Maybe I’ll throw a farewell party,” he added. “You know, invite some friends over. We’ll say our goodbyes properly.”

Y/N laughed despite herself, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love me,” he said smugly, pulling her back onto the couch and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“Unfortunately.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment before Y/N got up to grab a glass of water. Charles pulled out his phone and began typing into the search bar: “Can boobs grow back after surgery?”

She glanced back at him from the kitchen, catching the guilty look on his face.

“Charles!”

“What? I’m just… curious!”

“Unbelievable,” she muttered, but there was a smile tugging at her lips, drinking the water and setting the glass down on the counter as she walked back over to Charles.

“Hey!” Charles says as y/n snatches the phone out of Charles's hands her own hands cupped his face “It’ll be okay Charles. It’s not the end of the world baby, you know that right?” You ask.

“Of course I know that but I just love them so much,” Charles says, reaching up to cup her breast feeling the weight of them.

“Can I fuck them?” Charles asked out of nowhere.

“Charles!”

“What can’t blame me for asking” he says smiling holding his hands up defensively.

“You know what I don’t see why not”

[milkoomi]

⋆˚࿔ a new canvas means a new you 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

a mini series on the art of becoming a better you

inspired by this podcast i watched recently !!

chapter one — THE ART OF LETTING GO

letting go is one of the strongest and bravest things we can do for ourselves. whether it be letting go of toxic relationships, bad habits, or simply just things that no longer serve you, being able to do something like that will help us grow stronger and create a better life for ourselves. i’m sure there’s so many things, or even people, that have been weighing you down or hindering your own progress, so take that first step and let. them. go.

ᥫ᭡. things/people to let go of

bad friends/partners

toxic relationships, whether romantic or platonic, are extremely hard to free yourself from, but you have to put yourself first. you are always your number one priority. if you believe in “treat others how you want to be treated”, then you should believe in making sure others are treating you the way you want to be treated. you can always give and give to the people in your life, but relationships are a two-way street, babe. you can’t give your all when the person or people you’re giving too isn’t giving anything in return! don’t continue to expend any more of your energy on those who won’t even consider trying to give you even an ounce of energy back. it’s not worth it.

when you’re in a toxic relationship, you start to realize how poorly you’re being treated, but because you want to try and fix the relationship or mend it somehow, you stay. and staying is one of the worst things you can do for yourself. while you try and try to fix something that you aren’t even responsible for fixing, you just keep hurting yourself over and over; making yourself even more miserable in the relationship. and you don’t deserve that! you don’t deserve to be treated poorly time and time again, you never deserved that kind of treatment to begin with!

let them go. leave. free yourself from the constant heartbreak, betrayal, and pain. you’ll lose yourself if you stay, and i know that you’re trying to find a better version of yourself, so if you stay you’ll never find that person. you’ll keep getting lost and you’ll keep getting further and further away from your own happiness that you do deserve.

“but how do i leave?”

if we’re talking toxic friends: distance yourself. put distance between you and them until you’re too far away for them to reach. keep conversations short, keep responses to a minimum until you eventually have gone so far that they can’t find you anymore.

or simply: cut them off, immediately. block them on everything. instagram, twitter, tiktok— all social media. block their number. block them out of your life for good. they don’t deserve to see you, to hear from you, to have the chance to try and speak to you; they do not deserve you.

if we’re talking romantic relationships: send them a message. whether it’s a letter you send to their house or even through a text, send them a message. if you do it through text, do not feel any remorse for doing so. there’s this whole idea of “if you break up with them over text, you’re a coward”, and in most cases i can see that to be true, but if you’re in a relationship where your partner does not value you, respect you, or even love you the way you’re meant to be loved then they don’t even deserve the courtesy of an in-person break up.

sometimes we’re put in situations where even sending a message may seem impossible because our partner has taken too much control over us. when this kind of situation happens, we have to put our foot down. if you feel like you have no control, even over yourself, you need to leave. you have to do whatever it takes to leave because you should never, and i mean never, be put in any kind of situation or relationship where you feel like you have no control over yourself. you should never stay in a relationship that makes you feel trapped or that makes you feel scared to leave. you are allowed to leave no matter what anyone says.

additional note: if you are ever put in a situation where you feel unsafe in a relationship, please reach out for help. whether it be your family, a friend, or even an authoritative figure, please reach out for help. you do not deserve to ever feel unsafe by someone who’s supposed to love you.

negative self-talk

most times we are our own worst enemy. there have been so many times where i’ve put myself down with extremely hurtful words— words i would never say to someone i loved. if i wouldn’t say those awful things to someone i cared about, why should i say them to myself? we need to let go of talking down on ourselves. the more we put ourselves down with hurtful words, the more we let our insecurities take over and eventually consume us.

we have to be kind to ourselves. at the end of each day, we only ever have ourselves. you need to always have your own back! talk to yourself like you would to someone you love! talk to yourself with love.

negative self-talk gives more energy to those who try to hurt us. the more energy we put into hurting ourselves, even more energy will put into those who feel like they have power over us. do you really want someone who puts you down feel like they have so much more power over you? no, right? then, please, use that energy to bring more confidence and power into yourself. the only person who should have power over you, is you. use your own power to bring yourself up, not bring yourself down.

“but it seems too hard, where do i start?”

applaud yourself for making achievements no matter how big or small! did you make your bed today? then congratulate yourself! did you get a promotion or raise at your job? then tell yourself how proud you are! it doesn’t matter what the achievement is, if you accomplished it then you deserve more than a pat on the back from yourself. always take pride in your work, always treat small wins as the biggest win of the day, always tell yourself that you are so proud of who you are becoming and what you’ve accomplished.

compliment your appearance, makeup, or outfit! maybe your skin’s been improving, so you should look in the mirror and say “hey, you have really beautiful skin!” or maybe you snapped a pic of the makeup look you just did, then you should say “wow, i’m really talented at doing my makeup! it turned out great!” or maybe you put together an outfit for your day, then you should say, “i made a really great choice in my clothes today! this looks so nice!”

treat yourself with kindness, care, respect, and love. you need to uplift yourself to feel like your best self! literally, just talk to yourself. look in the mirror and have a sweet conversation with yourself and just admire who you see in the reflection.

sometimes we have to fake it til we make it, and honestly? it works! even if you start out and you feel like you’re lying to yourself, still do it. do it until it finally starts to feel real and then keep doing it from that point forward.

feeling embarrassed

we live in a day and age where everything that anyone does is labeled as “cringe”, and it’s exhausting. now, people feel like they can’t be who they are without feeling like they’re being “cringe” or without feeling embarrassed for being themselves or taking part in things they enjoy.

you should never feel embarrassed for being who you want to be or for enjoying things that genuinely make you happy. let go of feeling embarrassed! you are allowed to have fun and be happy being yourself. don’t ever let anyone make you feel like you can’t.

i always like to think, “well, if someone thinks i’m ‘cringe’ then they must not know how to have fun with their own life!” because that’s more than likely the truth! people will feel threatened by those who exude confidence in what they enjoy and who they are and those people will do anything to project their own insecurities onto others. it’s never anything you’re doing that’s wrong. what’s wrong is the fact that some people just can’t stand seeing others thrive. let yourself be someone that those haters can’t stand to see thrive.

i’ve said this before, and i’ll say it again, be unapologetically yourself.

ᥫ᭡. how to let go

letting go just means detaching yourself from the things/people that have held you down. it means to simply stop caring. i know i said “simply”, but of course it isn’t all that simple. this is something you have to work towards!

emotional detachment.

when you bring yourself the inability to attach your emotions to something or someone, you practice emotional detachment.

now, in some cases, emotional detachment may not be a good thing, but when you’re practicing or in the process of letting go it’s best to emotionally detach yourself from that thing or person.

acknowledge and reflect on your emotions! what do these things or people that you want to let go of make you feel? sadness? anger? frustration? grab a journal and write down all that you’re feeling. acknowledging and being aware that there are things/people who are making you feel a negative emotion is a great first step to emotional detachment. you’re being made aware of your feelings, thoughts, and emotions that are a result of the things/people you want to let go of— and that’s a good thing! it allows you to see how you’re still attached and helps you think “well, i don’t want to feel this way anymore” and will begin the next thought process of how you will start letting go of those particular feelings.

set boundaries! now that you’re aware of how these things/people make you feel, you can start setting boundaries for yourself. with people, like i mentioned earlier, you can create distance or even block them. of course, you can always try to set a boundary with that person, but remember: if they cross your boundary and continue to cross it, let them go. you put these boundaries in place and whoever it is that you are setting boundaries with needs to respect them just as they would want you to respect any of theirs. when it comes to setting personal boundaries for things like the ones i mentioned above, it’s the same idea of cutting off what makes you act on that negative self-talk or gives you that feeling of embarrassment. blocking hateful people on social media, unfollowing accounts that don’t make you feel good about yourself, and/or taking a break from social media and making more time for yourself in the real world.

focus on self care & yourself! after you’ve set some boundaries, whether it was with yourself or with others, start putting in more time focused on you. focus on things and people that genuinely make you happy, consume content that makes you feel good whether in general or makes you feel good about yourself, and practice self care! as i said in the beginning, you are always your number one priority. your happiness, your peace, and you overall should always come first in your own life.

ᥫ᭡. final notes

this is “the art of letting go” and art is always something you have to practice so that you get better at it! take your time and be patient with yourself. letting go isn’t an uphill battle, there’s going to a lot of ups and downs and feelings of uncertainty or even anxiety and fear, but i know you can do it! i know there isn’t a single thing that you can’t accomplish for yourself! you are capable of change and you are more than capable of becoming a a better version of yourself for yourself.

with lots of love, juno 🌷

[ennabear]

hehehe haiii twin 🤭🤭 making my yappery reblog comeback with this blurb because it’s so adorable and i’ve read it a million times already… also i’m not really sure if any of this will be legible because i’m half asleep with a migraine so… BUT I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE THIS AND I LOVE ELLIEBEAR HEHEHEHE

your relationship with her was still very new, full of shy glances, giggles, and tingles when your fingers grazed - both of you wanted to be perfect for the other. to not rush. but to say you didn't long to be kissed was a lie.

omg i’m gonna cry this is so cute… shy loser ellie I NEED YOUUUUUU 😭 the way i long to be kissed by her is crazy how did you know… sighhh you write her so beautifully it’s like she’s real and in my phone 😞😞😞

you stared at those pouty rosebud lips of hers, and dreamed about how they'd feel on yours. you counted her freckles and fantasized about ghosting your lips over each and every one of them, igniting her cheeks in a blush; a hue so deep it makes them vanish. luckily for you, the perfect moment was fast approaching.

stop this rn… bae… i’m sobbing… those freckles… the way i would kiss the shit out of her is crazy I WANNA SMOOCHY SMOOCH HERRRRRRRUGHHH omg i’m gonna throw my phone how are u doing this… literally every way you describe her is so adorable i’m 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 perfect moment fr i need her to be my new years kiss even though it’s january 4th

you two decided to watch the fireworks outside in a clearing, so you could stargaze before and after the main event. it was cold, and you felt her nuzzle closer to you-your heart skipped a beat. you nudged her with your shoulder, "ellie, it's almost time!"

:((((( now i wanna stargaze with her and get all cozy and cuddle with her and look at the sky and be warm and and and and…. give her a kith…

you were met with a dazed murmur, a grumpy sound. you shook the silly girl awake, melting at her adorable expression-sleepy as a nesting owl. she jumped when a sudden firework shot up in the sky, creating a sparkly golden trail. you looked at them too, but you were more focused on the glint in her eyes—a wonder and joy like none other. she turned to you, grinning as wide as ever, but you had other plans.

HEHEHEHE AWWWW her falling asleep is so meeeee i’m bawling i’m screaming i’m crying i’m sobbing 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 twin have i ever told you that you’re the best writer in the world… because you are… the way you describe this whole scene is so perfect i can see it so clearly it’s crazy… how are u doing that… need you to write a book next please and thanks!!!!!

"yay! happy new year! i—" escaped from her paired with a gleeful chuckle, only you cut her off by pressing your lips to hers without a warning, leaving her breathless. she was so soft, velvety lips and the warmth of her unsteady gasps fanning your face.

shortly, she kissed you back lovingly, sweetly, tenderly, as if you were made of precious ceramic, her hand gently cradling yours.

KITH KITH KITH KITH KITH KITH!!!!! i can’t take this anymore ellie come out where are you this isn’t funny bae… its okay i just want a kiss… and to hold your hand… and cuddle… and take a nap… please… dont make me ant on a stick rn… i need to give her a ninions kiss so bad omg it hurts… put my whole tongue in her mouth and blush like 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅 until we’re both yellow… uhhhhh does that mean anything idk

you broke apart to smile at her, canines bared and everything, and brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. your heart grew many sizes looking at her like this, you haven't felt such adoration for someone so fast in what feels like forever. your voice was shaky with emotion, nothing but positivity, and you whispered while you rested your forehead against hers, "happy new year, ellie. here's to a good one."

i adore her so much and i adore u twin i’m sobbinggggg I WANT TO KISS HER SO BAD… oh no what’s happening my lips are cold and lonely… if only i had her to keep them warm all year… and then again next year… and the year after… sighhhhh too bad she’s only in my phone… i guess i’ll just have to read through twins whole masterlist to keep myself sane…

i just know new years with ellie would be so damn special. have this i farted out in two seconds...i miss writing so bad.

your relationship with her was still very new, full of shy glances, giggles, and tingles when your fingers grazed—both of you wanted to be perfect for the other. to not rush. but to say you didn't long to be kissed was a lie.

you stared at those pouty rosebud lips of hers, and dreamed about how they'd feel on yours. you counted her freckles and fantasized about ghosting your lips over each and every one of them, igniting her cheeks in a blush; a hue so deep it makes them vanish. luckily for you, the perfect moment was fast approaching.

you two decided to watch the fireworks outside in a clearing, so you could stargaze before and after the main event. it was cold, and you felt her nuzzle closer to you—your heart skipped a beat. you nudged her with your shoulder, "ellie, it's almost time!"

you were met with a dazed murmur, a grumpy sound. you shook the silly girl awake, melting at her adorable expression—sleepy as a nesting owl. she jumped when a sudden firework shot up in the sky, creating a sparkly golden trail. you looked at them too, but you were more focused on the glint in her eyes—a wonder and joy like none other. she turned to you, grinning as wide as ever, but you had other plans.

"yay! happy new year! i—" escaped from her paired with a gleeful chuckle, only you cut her off by pressing your lips to hers without a warning, leaving her breathless. she was so soft, velvety lips and the warmth of her unsteady gasps fanning your face.

shortly, she kissed you back lovingly, sweetly, tenderly, as if you were made of precious ceramic, her hand gently cradling yours.

you broke apart to smile at her, canines bared and everything, and brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. your heart grew many sizes looking at her like this, you haven't felt such adoration for someone so fast in what feels like forever. your voice was shaky with emotion, nothing but positivity, and you whispered while you rested your forehead against hers, "happy new year, ellie. here's to a good one."

[summervb]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 | lee myung-gi (player 333) × fem!reader

open requests!!

summary | you and player 333, race against the clock to find a door. when all hope seems lost, he risks everything to save you

warnings | violence, implied death, panic, and emotional distress, kissing

word count | 1.5 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me thanks ᡣ𐭩

The echo of footsteps reverberates around you like a drum in the endless labyrinth. Screams, chaos... everything blends together, and your breathing becomes just another noise. You look around, searching for something—someone—to save you, but all you see are distorted faces, moving without stopping.

“Find a partner and a door before time runs out, or you will be eliminated.”

The words buzz in your head like a cruel hum. The timer on the wall, illuminated in intense red, counts down the seconds of your life.

00:58… 00:57… 00:56

You run toward a door, but someone else is already there.

"Please, wait for me!" you shout, your voice desperate and broken.

They don’t even bother to look at you. You feel a shove on your shoulder as someone else rushes past. Despair sinks into your chest, heavy as a stone, and you start to think there might be no way out.

00:45

You trip, and the cold, hard floor meets your knees. Tears burn in your eyes, but you can’t stop to cry. Not here, not now.

"I’m going to die."

The thought cuts into you like a knife. There’s no metaphor in it; it’s the most terrifying truth you’ve ever faced. If you don’t find a door, if you don’t find a partner, you’re done.

00:30

"Quick!"

A voice pulls you out of your trance. You lift your gaze and see him. It’s him: Lee Myung-Gi, player 333. His white shirt with the number is drenched in sweat, his dark hair disheveled, but his eyes… his eyes shine with a determination that throws you off.

"What are you doing down there? Get up!" he yells, extending his hand.

Your body reacts before your mind can process it. You grab his hand, his grip firm and steady, and he pulls you to your feet.

"Run with me!" he orders, and you do.

His hand doesn’t let go of yours as you sprint down the endless hallway. Every door you pass is already closed, its number dark. There are no options left, and you feel your legs about to give out at any moment.

00:15… 00:14… 00:13

"There!" he shouts, pointing to a door at the end of the hallway. It’s the last one.

Your heart speeds up even more, if that’s possible. But then you see it: someone else is running toward that door. A tall man, faster than the two of you, is only steps away from reaching it.

"No…" you whisper, feeling panic tighten your throat.

"Keep running!" Myung-Gi yells, suddenly letting go of your hand.

You watch as he launches himself at the other player, shoving him with all the force he has. The man stumbles and crashes to the ground, yelling in frustration as he tries to get back up.

"I’m sorry!" Myung-Gi shouts before turning back to you and grabbing your hand again.

"Run!"

You don’t have time to think about what he just did. Your feet move on pure instinct, and before you know it, he pushes you through the door and follows right behind you.

00:03… 00:02… 00:01… 00:00

The sound of the door closing is followed by deafening silence. Then, screams, gunshots… and silence again.

You collapse onto the floor, unable to stay on your feet. You’re trembling, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you try to catch your breath.

"I’m sorry about that…" Myung-Gi says, leaning against the wall as he breathes heavily. "I didn’t want to do it, but there was no other way."

His voice is calm, but all you can think about is the man he left outside. The tears you’ve been holding back pour out in a hot, bitter stream.

"I can’t… I can’t do this anymore…" you whisper, feeling your entire body shatter inside.

He crosses the small space in a couple of steps and kneels in front of you.

"Hey… look at me. We’re alive. We’re here." His hand rests on your shoulder, firm but comforting.

You can’t help but look at him, even though your eyes are blurred with tears.

"Breathe with me, okay? Inhale… exhale… like this."

You try to follow him. His voice has something in it that soothes you, something that gives you a faint glimmer of hope.

"Thank you…" you manage to murmur. "For not leaving me."

He shakes his head, as if your words weren’t necessary.

"I wasn’t going to let you die. Not you.

His words hit you harder than any shove or fall. You look into his eyes, searching for something—maybe a reason, maybe comfort—and you find a warmth you didn’t expect.

"I don’t know what I would’ve done without you…"

"You don’t need to know. I’m here, and I’m not going to let anything happen to you."

Before you can think of a response, you lean into him, desperate for something to hold on to. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, warm and protective, and you rest your head against his chest.

The sound of his heart, strong and steady, is the only thing keeping you grounded.

"I’m here," he whispers, his voice soft against your hair. "You’re not alone."

When you finally lift your head, you realize how close your faces are. His warm breath brushes against your skin, and suddenly, the noise of the game seems to vanish.

He lifts a hand and caresses your cheek, his fingers tracing a delicate path.

"You have to be strong. For us."

And then, his lips meet yours.

It’s a kiss filled with everything you can’t put into words. Desperate, yet comforting, as if he’s trying to imprint on your skin the fact that you’re still alive.

When you pull away, your eyes meet his, and though tears still streak your face, they’re no longer from fear.

"We’ll get out of this together," he says, a small but firm smile on his face. "I promise."

[thesecondhandwoman]

Ooohhhh, domestic caitvi where the both of them are arguing and reader hears all of it… and she began overthinking in her child mind that maybe her moms might breakup or leave her, when the fight was over, reader created a plan or something for them to love each other again and apologize to each other. In the end its all fluffy and they cuddled to watch a movie together🥰

A LOVE THAT STAYS

Vi x Caitlyn x kid f!reader

Synopsis: Being a little kid, you got scared when you heard your mothers arguing, worried that maybe they might leave you too. So, you came up with a little plan to try and change that.

Request: Anon 🤍

A/N: Part four of Motherly Love.

The house was usually filled with warmth and laughter, a place where you felt safest in the world. But tonight, the air felt different. The warmth was gone, replaced by tension that made your little heart ache.

You sat cross-legged on the living room floor, Bunny tucked securely in your lap, as the muffled sounds of your moms’ voices carried from the kitchen. At first, you didn’t think much of it. Sometimes adults talked loud when they were excited. But the voices kept rising, sharp and clipped, like thunder rolling through the house.

You hugged Bunny tighter, your small hands gripping his soft fur.

“I can’t believe you’re being so stubborn about this, Vi!” Caitlyn’s voice rang out, clear even through the closed door.

“Oh, I’m stubborn? That’s rich coming from you, Cupcake!” Vi shot back, her tone edged with frustration.

“Why can’t you ever just listen to me for once?”

“Maybe because you think you’re always right!”

You flinched at the sound of something clattering—a dish, maybe—followed by the heavy thud of boots stomping across the floor.

Your heart raced. Your moms never yelled like this. Sure, they had little disagreements sometimes, everyone did, but this was different. This was louder. Scarier.

Your mind began to spin, filling with terrible, confusing thoughts.

What if they’re really mad at each other?

What if they don’t love each other anymore?

What if they leave me?

Tears pricked at your eyes as the fear grew stronger. You didn’t want your moms to be mad. You didn’t want them to stop loving each other. And you definitely didn’t want them to leave.

You sat in your room, Bunny resting beside you as your mind raced. You couldn’t just sit there and do nothing. You had to fix it. You had to make them love each other again, just like they always did.

Grabbing your crayons and a stack of paper, you got to work.

Your plan was simple: You would remind them how much they loved each other and how happy they were together. You drew pictures of your family��one of all three of you hugging, one of your moms holding hands, and one of you holding Bunny while they laughed together.

Next, you wrote little notes in your best handwriting, with words like:

“Don’t fight. I love you both so much.”

“You are the best moms in the whole world.”

“Please love each other forever.”

Satisfied with your work, you stacked everything neatly and carried it to the living room. The house was quiet now, but it didn’t feel like the happy kind of quiet. It felt like the heavy quiet after a storm.

You carefully set your drawings and notes on the coffee table where your moms would see them, then climbed onto the couch with Bunny, waiting for them to come back.

Caitlyn was the first to enter the living room, her expression tired and drawn. She spotted you on the couch and immediately softened, her shoulders sagging as she knelt down beside you.

“Darling,” she said gently, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “What are you doing up so late?”

Before you could answer, Vi walked in, her hands shoved into her jacket pockets. Her usual playful smirk was nowhere to be seen. Instead, her face was etched with guilt.

“Hey, squirt,” she said, her voice quieter than usual. “What’s going on?”

You hesitated, clutching Bunny tightly. “You were yelling,” you said softly, your eyes brimming with unshed tears. “Are you… are you mad at each other?”

Caitlyn’s face crumpled, and Vi immediately crossed the room, sitting on the couch beside you. “Aw, kiddo,” Vi said, pulling you into her lap. “We didn’t mean for you to hear that. Sometimes grown-ups get upset, but it doesn’t mean we don’t love each other.”

“But you were so mad,” you said, your voice wobbling. “I thought… I thought maybe you didn’t love each other anymore. Or me.”

Caitlyn gasped softly, her hand flying to her chest. “Oh, my darling, no. Never. Vi and I love each other very much, and we love you more than anything in the world.”

Vi nodded, holding you close. “Yeah, squirt. We’re sorry we scared you. That was our bad.”

You sniffled, leaning into Vi’s chest as Caitlyn sat beside you, her arms wrapping around both of you. “I don’t want you to fight anymore,” you said quietly.

“We’ll do better,” Caitlyn promised, her voice firm. “You’re more important to us than anything else.”

Vi kissed the top of your head. “You’re stuck with us, kiddo. No matter what.”

You finally smiled, small but genuine. “I made you something,” you said, pointing to the coffee table.

Both moms turned to see your carefully arranged drawings and notes. Caitlyn picked up the first one, her eyes softening as she read the words. Vi reached for a picture of all three of you, a crooked smile tugging at her lips.

“Did you make these for us?” Caitlyn asked, her voice thick with emotion.

You nodded. “I wanted to remind you how much we love each other.”

Vi pulled you into another hug, her grin wide now. “Kid, you’re the smartest person in this house, hands down.”

Caitlyn laughed softly, her eyes shining as she kissed your cheek. “You have the biggest heart, darling. Thank you for reminding us of what matters most.”

The rest of the night was spent cuddled up on the couch, the tension from earlier completely gone. You sat between your moms, Bunny safely in your lap, as they put on your favorite movie.

Caitlyn wrapped an arm around you, her other hand resting on Vi’s shoulder. Vi leaned back, her arm draped across the back of the couch, her hand brushing Caitlyn’s hair affectionately.

“Popcorn, squirt?” Vi asked, holding out a bowl.

You nodded eagerly, grabbing a handful. “Thank you, Mama.”

Caitlyn smiled down at you. “Comfortable, darling?”

“Yeah,” you said, snuggling closer. “I love you, Mommy. I love you, Mama.”

“We love you too,” Caitlyn said, kissing your forehead.

“And we love each other,” Vi added, giving Caitlyn a playful nudge.

Caitlyn rolled her eyes fondly. “Yes, Vi. We love each other.”

You giggled, feeling warm and safe as the movie played on. In that moment, all your worries melted away, replaced by the certainty that your family’s love would always stay strong.

A/N: Honestly, I know that this might hit home for some people, and I hope that you guys are okay now and doing well or at least better (and I’m sorry you ever had to go through that). The next fanfic should be a lot fluffier to help with this one.

[paradlselost]

ֹ ⑅᜔ ׄ ݊ ݂ CINNAMON GIRL ۪ ֹ ᮫

DOCTOR PHOSPHORUS x FEMALE READER

⎨ 𝐀𝐍 ⎬ this is part two of ULTRAVIOLENCE and should be read as such ! also i love lana for him , it’s perfect . i just watched the new episode and you can tell near the end lol . i tried to explore a bit more of his needing of love as well as the readers ! also i had to get creative with the smut due to him not having a dick so sorry </3

⎨ 𝐂𝐖 ⎬ monster ! reader , religious / catholic trauma trauma and guilt . depictions of body horror and violence . blood and burning , mentions of cannibalism , imposter syndrome and disassociation . non graphic depictions of death and injuries . smut : pining , pet names ( puppy + princess ) , sub - ish phosphorus , clothed rubbing and fingering ( ? m receiving ) , male moans ( yay ! )

3 . 2 k words ++ not beta read

A hero.

It was a strange feeling, being praised the way you were. It wasn’t like anyone outside the bubble of the castle cared, but those inside hailed you and the other creatures as saints. Perhaps it would feel a lot nicer had the others been able to look at you with something more than hesitancy.

“Good work.” The Bride had said, Flag following with a similar sentiment, but you could tell how empty the words were behind gazes that wouldn’t meet yours. Even among animals like Weasel and robotic parts strewn around the grounds like GI, despite the Bride’s nature and Nina’s gills you are nothing more than a monster.

God, and Phosphorus. Things had been little short of awkward with him since the night you had shared. Despite his request that you not talk about it to avoid situations like silently standing beside each other in a lineup and trying to forget about his handprint being burned into your thigh, they still happened. You cannot blame him, though, for the way he avoids you as much as he possibly can.

Flag had wanted monsters for this mission, but it seemed you were too much. It isn’t like you can remember; practically pleading with Nina to tell you what had happened had left you with the bare minimum, but it was something. The gunshots had no doubt set you off and witnessing GI being torn apart hadn’t helped. In your absence had been a monster, eyes glazed over and rolled back into your skull as downright demonic claws and wings sprouted from your flesh, body contorted to allow the growing of the appendages. Bullets fired at you had been expelled from your skin like they were being spat out and the wounds simply grew back as if nothing had happened.

“They had to pull you off a body…” She informed you as gently as she could, though an air of fear surrounded her, as if her words would set you off again. They might, day by day it felt like you were losing yourself to this monster. More and more of you disappearing, you didn’t know what would make you volatile anymore. “Well, Phosphorus was the one to volunteer.”

Her words did little to ease the guilt that bubbled in your chest. The thought was nice, that he had been the one to take initiative and guide you back to your normal state; though part of you couldn’t help but assume that was because he didn’t want anyone else to observe the branding he had given you and connect the dots of your night together. You can’t blame him for anything it seems, not how he avoids you and not how he tries to cover up the things you’ve done together. You’re unworthy of love, aren’t you? That’s what they had said when you were just a girl.

Bruised knees and bleeding palms, the sharp end of the rosary’s cross digging into your palms and making indents as if to replicate that of Christ himself. You’re little more than the thieves that hung beside him on that day, representative of the one who laughed in his face and was hence discarded from the kingdom of God, never to see the pearly gates or beautiful lights. Judgement day would not be kind on you, you had heard the nuns and priest whisper from behind the monastery walls. What had you done to be cursed in such a way? Was simply being born enough to cast you from God’s light? It’s not like you had chosen that.

You’re quiet, far too much so for the others to consider it normal, but no one says a thing. Perhaps they’re too worried about setting you off, maybe they want to distance themselves. It seemed everyone grew a little closer from this mission, but you are just as alone as ever. The plane ride back is bumpy, Weasel curled up into a ball beside you. He was the only one who didn’t seem to care what you were or who you could become. Somethings never change, like the way you card your fingers through the coarse fur that coats his body.

You can feel his gaze on you, the radiation that pools from his body is difficult to shut out. Daring to lift your eyes to meet his, you don’t miss the way he quickly adverts his gaze as if he was ashamed of having been caught. God, you hated this. You could deal with the others avoiding you, you hadn’t expected them to try and be your friend after this regardless, but him? Could you forget how sweet he had been to take care of you after you had slipped? No, you don’t think so. Besides, those pretty whines and mewls that had spilled from his mouth still weighed heavy in your mind.

Arms crossed as the plane landed, back in handcuffs and escorted to the cell you had spent so long in. Your taste of freedom was over, done with. It was back to the slop they had the gall to call food and the endless sound of waves that now pissed you off more than it soothed you. Things seemed to be getting on your nerves more frequently, since he had brushed you aside and told you it would be better like this.

It doesn’t feel better. How can he be right about your situation when his hand burning into your flesh had felt so good? You worry your bottom lip between your teeth as you sit on the thin mattress in the cell assigned to you. The lights had gone out for the night long ago, the freedom you had once felt in the large room of the Castle was now gone. Back to the same old routine, back to being captive. Back to the power dampener around your neck.

You want to lay down, to close your eyes and at least try to get some rest, but the same looping sound of crashing waves and the soft green glow from far down the hall only served to stress you out. How could he brush you aside like that, had it truly meant nothing to him? You were well aware of his tendencies, the psychopathic nature of him, but that night had felt; well, like something. Like he cared despite his apathy.

Maybe you were thinking too deeply into this, maybe it was nothing more than a simple fling to him. Maybe your touch starved mind had crafted this narrative that he truly loved you and was just hiding it. It had been far too long since anyone but your own hand managed to touch you like that, to slip past the layers of monstrous intent and simply find you. Even if it wasn’t real, if he truly didn’t care, at the very least you would have that to remember. And for now thats okay.

For now.

Because the next morning you are forced to see him, forced to have all the feelings from the last few days pile up in your gut and make the stupidly large power dampener you wore feel even more foolish. You sat at one of the tables, lazily picking at your plate of food when you were interrupted. A hand swiped your tray off the table, knocking the mushy pile of stuff they dared to call food to the floor.

“Whoops, were you eating that, dollface?” No, you weren’t, but the asshole who picked a fight with you didn’t know that. Another monster, another creature who was far too vile to be put onto the team. Why shouldn’t you indulge just a bit?

Blood. It’s all you can taste. It suffocates you as you lay in a pool of it. Trickling down your nose and coating your mouth. You cannot quite tell whose it is, yours or the beast laying dead beside you. It’s nice, though, rich and far more delicious than the slop they feed you here. The electric shock had hurt, but not awfully so. You don’t feel angry that you’ve allowed the monster control over you once more, just bliss.

Ending up in the medical wing had not been on your itinerary, though. Head pressed back against the cold, sterilized pillow that was as thin as paper against the hard as a rock mattress. You’d hardly call it nice, if the hums of medical machinery hadn’t been soothing as white noise; you could almost get used to it. Your eyes flutter shut against the cold atmosphere, taking a deep breath to let the serene moment wash over you, its truly a nice break.

Till the doors open and you’re greeted with that familiar green glow basking over you for a moment before being harshly shoved into the bed besided you. You let out a soft sigh, sitting up and rubbing your eyes slightly. He wont look at you, clearly pissed off about something, and as the guards leave the room he shoots them the middle finger before finally catching your gaze.

“What are you looking at?”

“You. Why are you in here?” You can’t help it as the question slips through your lips before you can stop yourself. You shouldn’t engage with him, it’ll only serve to make you upset over the little predicament the two of you find yourselves in, but it comes out nonetheless.

“The guy you killed’s dickweed friend decided to pick a fight in his honor. You know that’ll go on your sentence, right?”

“What does it matter? I’m already in here for life.”

He simply hums in response as you card your fingers through your hair. You suddenly feel tired, as if being around him is draining. Putting up this act of nonchalonce about your feelings towards him is more taxing than you had originally expected. He weighs heavily on your mind, taking up valuable space that could be used for other mundane things in Belle Reave like finding new shapes in the texture of walls you’ve stared at for years.

The room is quite now, far more than you like. The humming machinery now acts as a nuisance, a reminder of how hes doing everything but talking to you. While you can’t blame him outloud, you did just kill someone over him, does he feel anything about that? Does he even know how your mind runs circles around the thought of him all day? God. You sound like a love-sick schoolgirl with her first crush. Whats next? Will you write little anonymous post-it notes for him?

Regardless, you can’t stand the silence anymore, looking back over at him you tilt your head to the side to come across as non interested as possible. As if the question you’re about to ask him is one you’ve just thought of and not one thats been on your mind since that night.

“When we-... God, this sounds stupid outloud but why did you not take off your pants? Do you not have anything… down there?”

The awkwardness is palpable in your tone and it fills the room. Mentally, you curse yourself for asking such a dumb question. If he had eyelids, he’d most certainly be blinking over and over out of sheer confusion.

“Uh no. Its just the pelvis. Look at me, I’m just a skeleton and have you ever seen a skeleton with a dick?”

“No, I guess not…” Theres a pause, eyes fluttering away from his awkwardly. You shouldn’t have even brought it up and you really didn’t want to listen to his sarcastic answers.

“Do you want to see?”

Again with the sarcasm, you roll your eyes slightly and look back over at him with a frown, about to retort before you realize he isn’t joking. No, he’s looking right back at you, skeletal hands fiddling with the buckle of his pants. A sheepish blush coats your face as you worry your bottom lip between your teeth. Sure, you two had had a very intimate encounter before, but this was different and it made you second guess his seriousness in telling you the two of you should pretend that night never happened. Without another thought you nod, almost a little too quickly.

“Yes. Please.”

“Eager now, aren’t ya pup?”

“Pup? Where’d that come from?”

“I mean, you looked like a starved dog with a piece of prime rib in its mouth when I pulled you off that guy back in Pokolistan.”

“Don’t bring that up right now.” A huff falls from your lips as your blush darkens, shaking your head slightly to push the imagery out of your mind. Had you really acted so barbarish that he deemed it fit to call you such a name? And are you out of your mind for liking it in some way? He simply chuckles as his hands continue to play with the button of his prision pants before he finally simply pulls them down and cocks his head to the side at you.

“See? Told ya.”

“Oh. But- you can still feel as if it were there?”

“I guess. I wasn’t just faking those noises to make you feel better.”

You can tell by his tone that had he had eyes he would’ve winked at you. A grin that you can’t see etched into the permanent smile of his skeletal face as you slip off the bed you were in, stepping over to him and gently running a hand over the orange fabric of his shirt as he lets out a soft, shuddering breath. For him, as well, it had been far too long since anyone looked at him the way you did.

After the death of wife and kid and being burned alive in his own machine meant for good, after taking over the Thorne crime ring and subsequently being taken down by Batman he has been looked at as nothing but a monster. Maybe, in a way, he is. The radiation addled his brain, the death of his family heavy on his consious. Had he been good before? He can remember a time where he tried to help, but was that out of kindness or need for recognition and praise?

Perhaps he doesn’t deserve it, the way you look at him as if hes someone special, as if hes done you some favor. It makes some part of him feel sick, while the other part relishes in the feeling of your touch, even if it has to be over fabric. A soft sigh emitted from him as he grabbed your hips, careful not to touch your skin even if he had before, and pull you ontop of him while he laid back in the bed.

He relished in the blush that coated your features, hands moving up to gently graze over the power dampener you wear, he resists the urge to burn through the metal and instead matches your gaze, a hum.

“You like this position, princess?”

“Oh its princess now?”

“Don’t avoid the question.”

Somehow he manages to get laughter out of you, coaxing it from your pretty lips and letting it fill the room. He almost feels stupid with the giddiness that fills his chest, tilting his head back against the headboard to get a good view of you. For every awful thing thats happened to him, hes almost glad they all did because they led him to you. He could deal with the worry of burning through everything if it meant you’d be by his side forever.

His sappy thoughts are cut off by the sudden feeling of pressure against where his cock had been. Your sleeves had been rolled up over your palms, providing a barrier that allows you to knead against his pelvis like some kind of cat. He can’t help the way his hips thrust up slightly, back arching into your touch. Its euphoric, sweet, and he’s letting explotives fall from his mouth like they’re a prayer to you. Like you’re some sort of God.

“Oh, ffuck princess, just like that.” His head tilts back farther, soft huffs emitting from him as he tries not to dissolve into a moaning mess in your hold. It’s been far too long, and even the night you shared couldn’t compare. He feels like an idiot for telling you it would be better to ignore each other now.

You keep a steady pace, hands moving against his pelvis to create some kind of friction, relishing in the clear way he fights back the moans creeping up his throat. Its almost beautiful, like a symphony of choked sobs and wanton moans. You couldn’t help but grin, humming softly as your eyes focused more on the exposed bones of his lower half.

“Phosphorus?”

“Alex. fuck - please call me Alex.” His words are a bit sudden but the way he practically pleads with you makes it difficult to think twice. His name, though, just knowing it feels intimate.

“Alex. I’m gonna try something, okay?”

Its a warning that slides right past him, indecent moans filling the room as he simply nods feverishly, though begging with you that whatever you’re going to do you don’t stop making him feel like this. You’d be a fool to stop now, anyways, with the way the radiation on his body hightens like a solar flare its all the sign you need to tell hes close.

You almost hesitate as this is probably a bad idea but you don’t give yourself time to dwell on the consequences of your actions as one hand stops kneading and instead moves the fabric of your shirt sleeve off, quickly pushing past the barrier of radiation and tracing your fingers over the inside of his pelvis.

It burns, pain bubbling up in your body and at the same time the reaction from his is almost like a man possessed. His moans gain volume at the feeling, urging you to push past the pain and continue to rub along the bone. He squirms and thrusts his hips up, arching his back yet shying away at the same time. It’s too much for him, the wires of his brain getting all crossed between feeling so good and overstimulated at the same time. It doesn’t take a genius to know that he was orgasming.

He falls back against the thin bed with a huff, panting to catch his breath. You sit up straighter on his lap, pulling your hand out and cradling it in your other one. It hurts, stinging as large burning wounds take up the majority of your hand. He sits up as well, apologies spilling from his mouth before your skin begins to heal as if nothing has happened.

You blink, knowing he probably would be as well before you simply rest your head on his chest. Theres an unspoken thing, now, an idea that perhaps the two of you don’t have to be as careful as originally thought, especially if your body had a healing factor even with the power dampener on. A content hum emits from him at the thought, tilting his head to look down at your form thats nuzzled against him. No doubt the cameras have caught all this, but the thought doesn’t seem to run through your mind so he wont worry you with it.

“If thats what we could do with that collar of yours on, imagine what we could do with it off.”

“Hmm does this mean no more ignoring me?”

“Who said I was ignoring you in the first place, princess?”

[livwritessometimes]

Hello! I love your uni series and I'm so excited to see who's next! Could I request an Alex Albon smau with a baker reader?

: Alex Albon x Baker!Reader

: Main Masterlist

: Author’s Note - omgg tysmm 💕 Hope you enjoy this 🫶🏻

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Yourname: Nothing here to see…just a baker rolling through life one dough at a time 🤭

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User56: Noooo queen you’ve been spending way to much time with Alex 😭😭😭😭😭 Your captions have taken a hit 😔

User02: I thought Y/n dating Alex would save us from his corny one lines but I was WRONG!! HE MADE HER JUST LIKE HIM 😩😩😩😩

alex_albon: I CAN SEE ALL YOUR CAPTIONS 😡🔪

-> User66: Oh no we’re so scared 😱

-> User51: Absolutely terrified

-> User09: Deleting this app as we speak! So scared 😦

-> alex_albon: 🤡 You guys are the worst 👎🏻👎🏻

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alex_albon: Winter break? Never heard of her 🤷🏻‍♂️ 2025 Season, here I come 💨

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patrickh_coach: Keep up with this routine and we’ll be unstoppable 💪🏻 And don’t forget about your meal plan 🍽️

-> alex_albon: 🫡🫡🫡

User51: I-Wow! COVER YOURSELF UP YOU WHORE 🫵🏻

User42: You thought you could show your knees and GET AWAY WITH IT????? That’s IT! YOU’RE GROUNDED!

Yourname: My man! my man! my man! 🤤

-> User23: Queen I get the appeal! I swear I do but please pull yourself together 🙏🏻

-> User49: Another one bites to dust 😞

alex_albon: Why can’t you guys be normal for once? JUST ONCE ☝🏻 THAT’S ALL I’M ASKING 🙏🏻

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Yourname: The best part about winter break is having him all to myself 😈….Might not even give him back 🤭

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User01: @/alex_albon how does it feel to be god’s favourite????

User32: LOVE LOVE LOVE 💕

alex_albon: oh 😳! I see…umm and what do you plan on doing 👀?

-> Yourname: Come back home and you’ll find out 😏

-> alex_albon: 🏃🏻

-> User42: why must I be punished like this??????

Williamsracing: Phew 😮‍💨 thank god! No take backs 🙅🏻‍♂️ He’s all yours now!!! Enjoy 😘

-> Yourname: WAIT NO I WAS JUST KIDDING!!! PLEASE TAKE HIM 🙏🏻

-> alex_albon: I- WOW! MY TEAM AND MY GIRLFRIEND! WOW

-> User52: @/Williamsracing @/Yourname I love you guys 😭😭🫂🫂🫂

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alex_albon: You know what they say…The way to a women’s heart is through her stomach 😋

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Yourname: 🙈🙈🙈🙈

User07: @/Yourname hand to your heart ✋🏻 tell us, how many times did Alex almost burn the kitchen down????

-> Yourname: Whattt??? No! He actually has become really good at baking. Honestly you’d be shocked at how good he- 7 times and he also dropped the jar of jam, so we had to go and get a new one 😇

-> alex_albon: I KNEW IT!!! I KNEW THIS WAS COMING

-> Yourname: Good for you ig 🫶🏻🫶🏻

User55: I love these 2 so much!!!!!! Please never change you guys 🙏🏻

User03: Umm *gulp* I- *stutters* nice *wipes sweat* nice arms *cardiac arrest*

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User21: hmm so much sweet 🤔 isn’t he supposed to be on a strict diet or something???

-> alex_albon: shhh 🤫 Don’t tell my trainer about this or else 🔪

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Yourname: I could watch him eat all day ☺️ Can’t believe he’ll be half way across the country soon!!! Stay like this forever my hungry boy 💘

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User48: SO CUTE!!!!! 😩😩😩😩

alex_albon: omggg are you like obsessed with me or something???

-> Yourname: It’s okay you can go! I don’t mind anymore. Bye 👋🏻

-> alex_albon: I’m only kidding babe 😝

-> alex_albon: Y/n OPEN THE DOOR PLEASE 😫😫😫

User20: Good Food = Happy Alex

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patrickh_coach: It’s nice to see you’re eating healthy! I hope you’re following the meal plan as well, right Alex?

-> alex_albon: You know it 😅

-> User93: @/patrickh_coach you should see the post Alex had uploaded a couple of days ago

-> alex_albon: I SAID 🤫🤫🔪🔪🔪

User76: Not Alex fighting for his life, trying to hide the fact that he did not in fact follow his meal plan 😭😭😭😭

-> alex_albon: I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♂️ what your talking about 🗣️

-> User88: @/Yourname Queen 👸🏻 please drop the receipts 🧾

-> alex_albon: Y/n NO 😰😰

-> User32: Y/n YES

-> User11: Y/n YES

-> User02: Y/n YES

-> User78: Y/n YES

-> User50: Y/n YES

-> User64: Y/n YES

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Yourname: TADA!!! Since, so many of you wanted to see the results of Alex’s cooking 🧑🏻‍🍳 BTW, it was very tasty, and Alex & I enjoyed it a lot 🤤

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alex_albon: YES, I ATE ALL OF THIS! I WILL NOT BE SHAMED FOR MY CHOICES! I DEVOURED THE ENTIRE SECOND BATCH OF CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES AND ON TOP OF THAT, I ALSO HAD TON OF CHOCOLATE CAKE! THERE I SAID IT AND I’M NOT AFRAID TO SAY IT AGAIN!!!

User32: Umm….I think we broke Alex????

User09: @/Yourname Is it okay???

-> Yourname: I- honestly have no idea. He threw his phone on the sofa and is now rocking himself back and forth muttering about how he’ll be fine 🙂 Please send help 🙏🏻

-> User68: Called 911! They’re on their way 🚨

-> Williamsracing: @/Yourname sending the pit crew for emotional support 🫂

patrickh_coach: Damn @/alex_albon didn’t know you could bake so well. Bring me a batch as well!!!

-> User53: @/alex_albon this the coach you were worried about???

-> alex_albon: @/patrickh_coach you got it!!!

-> patrickh_coach: Also, Alex hope you’re ready for a brutal workout session tomorrow 😊

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[ilysungho]

could i request a dom!taesan enemies to lovers smut? with 54 + 63 + 77? 🫶🏽

a/n: sorry for the wait omg writer's block hit me so bad... i hope this is good </3 wc: tbd! contains: dom!taesan x sub!reader, sort of brat!reader, enemies (exes) to lovers? idk if i delivered that well!, manhandling, sligghhttt degradation, penetration (p in v), slight angsty plot, lowercase intended, prompts italicized, NOT PROOFREAD

knocks on the door caught you off guard while you scrolled through your phone mindlessly. the whole day has been going by lazily, a rare time away from your responsibilities to just do whatever you want to. getting up to go open the door, you were faced with the exact thing you wanted to do, though you didn’t want to admit it.

“what the fuck are you doing here?”

taesan pushed his way into your place, strutting in like he owned it. well, he used to. he grabbed your wrist on the way in, pulling you behind him before pushing you down on the same spot you sat at before on the couch.

“we both know what i’m here for, now get to work.” he rest his hands on his hips, looking down at you from his height like you were a bug he could step on. instead, you laid back, getting comfortable like you had been before taesan’s uninvited appearance. he watched as you pulled your phone out once again, ignoring his presence. his stance got lower slowly, making eye contact with your own.

taesan’s expression stayed on your own as his fingers reached into your pants (you never denied his touch despite hating his guts), finding your sensitive spots easily as always. but despite the newfound but familiar feeling, you didn’t stray from the intense stare down between the two of you. he kept working you through, collecting and spreading your slick easily, circling your clit.

"stop glaring at me like you don't enjoy me teasing you."

it’s not like you weren’t affected. you very well were, trying your hardest to keep your pleasurable sounds to yourself and steadying your breath every couple minutes. but it only got harder. the tension between you both kept making the air heavier, and eventually you reached your arms around him. pulling him close to you, you got your faces very close. “well stop being a tease and do something better. i’ll do what you want then.”

"yeah? well i'd fuck you right here, right now, if i could."

“then do it, who’s stopping you? or are you gonna keep being a pussy who can’t stick to his word?”

taesan growled as he pushed you down on the furniture you sat at, putting his legs over your body and pulling your clothed pussy to his bulge. your wetness transferred onto his own sweatpants, making him smirk at the sight before he pulled your pants off, his own following after. "don't wanna give something to a brat who can't obey me."

he aligned his tip with your soaking cunt, pushing into the ever familiar cavern. taesan’s soft hissing got accompanied by your own moans, muffled under a pillow you grabbed to cover your face. he held your waist, moving your body to his tip rather than him doing the work. “still so tight for me huh princess?”

“n-not your p-princess anymore tae…”

he frowned at your words, thrusting all the way into you in response. your hips jerked at the sudden pain from his bones hitting against yours, inciting a loud scream. “still screaming for me though, aren’t you?”

taesan’s thrusted into you in a proper pace now, watching your body obey him. you failed to stay quiet now, moaning to the rhythm he set while tears kissed the pillow’s weaving. he chuckled while asking how you’re like it, a mocking tone underlying.

sex with him hadn’t always been so rough, though you both had your fair share of it during the relationship. if it weren’t for his inability to keep promises and showing up where it mattered, maybe you both still would’ve been in a relationship.

taesan shook his head at the sad thoughts forming in his head. he loved you but this arrangement you both made was the only way he could still keep you in his life.

his pace never faltered as the thoughts clouded his mind, making you reach your high quickly, also due in part to the previous stimulation he gave you. you reached out a hand to grab onto something, his own hand grabbing yours. feeling the liquid surround his dick, taesan pulled out, satisfied to have you release around him. he leaned down to kiss your chest, getting up to go to the bathroom as you heaved under the pillow still.

getting in and locking the door, he rubbed out his own orgasm, his back sliding down the wall. he chuckled at his pain, whispering to himself, “fuck, you still have such a tight hold on me, you don’t even know."

[littledreamer9211]

The bet. pt 2

A/N: Hi, it's me again. Happy New Year...have some more angst! This is part 2 so i'll add the link to part 1 just below. Just a quick thank you for all the love and support for part 1. I'm feeling the love and appreciate it all. As always, let me know what you think. This isn't the end. I'm thinking it'll be one more part but we'll see what my impulsive ass does.

CW: All the angst. Swearing. A protective best friend who i've given a name this time lol. Benny being adorable but also Benny - thats warning enough. a little bit anxiety and self-confidence issues. Old demons and bad habits coming back.

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Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x f!reader.

Word count: 3753

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Part 1

You don’t think you slept. It certainly doesn’t feel like you did but then the rest of the night was a bit of a blur so you couldn’t be sure. All you know for definite is that you’ve been lying on top of your side of the bed, staring out of the window long enough to have watched the sunrise through the open curtains.

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  About an hour after you had locked the bedroom door last night Frankie had come to the door. When he realised the door was locked he gave a gentle knock and call of your name but the silence in return was enough to stop him from trying again. You were glad that he hadn’t pushed it anymore, you’re not sure what you would have done if he had insisted. A while later his deep timber voice could be heard talking on the phone. Guess it didn’t break when he threw it across the kitchen. He kept his voice low so you couldn’t make out what was being said but the tone was enough to let you know there was some crying going on. 

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The sudden vibrations from your phone broke you out of your thoughts. The alarm letting you know it was time to get up and ready for work. Shit. You contemplated phoning in sick but then the life disasters of a classroom full of 6 year olds would probably be a welcome distraction from your own. As you got up you listened to see if you could hear him moving around but the house was silent. You had no idea if he was still here and it worried you a little that you didn’t care if he was or wasn’t. You even contemplated climbing out the window to get to your car just to avoid seeing him but then you shook your head - why should you be the one skulking about like you did something wrong? No thank you. Plus your keys were on the side table at the front door. After your shower you had tried to cover the bags under your eyes with some concealer but it was no use and at this point you didn’t actually care about how you looked. Thankfully all of your work bags were in the bedroom closet and you could grab a coffee on the road so there was no need to spend anymore time than necessary in the house. 

Taking a deep breath to calm the sudden nerves, you opened the door and just about fell flat on your face. Something was laying on the floor that wasn’t usually there. 

“What the fu-“

“Ah shit.” Frankie shot up into a sitting position, the cap that had been over his eyes falling to the floor beside him. 

“What are you doing?” Your voice was a harsh whisper as you moved the straps of your bags back onto your shoulders and then stopped to take in the sight of him. He was now sitting against the wall opposite your bedroom door. Hair a mess from fingers running through it all night, clothes crumpled from sleeping in them and bags under his eyes that rivalled the size of yours. 

“I-I ugh,” He cleared his throat, the morning rasp that you usually love now just awakening your heartbreak. “can’t sleep when you’re not near me.” He rubbed his hands over his thighs nervously as he took in your appearance. His eyes caught on the bags on your shoulders and a flash of panic crossed his features until he realised they were your school ones. 

You shook your head in disbelief and let out a little scoff, “So glad one of us were able to get some sleep Frankie.” You turned on your heels and walked towards the front door as he scrambled to get to his feet in time. 

“Thats not what I meant. Baby, please-“ He placed his hand on the front door to stop you from leaving. 

“Move Frankie.” You couldn’t look him in the eye. Too scared of what you might see or say. 

“Where are you going? Let’s talk about this.” He dipped to try and catch your eye, his hand moving to touch your arm but he let it fall quickly when you took a step back from him.

“I’m going to work.” You grabbed your keys from the side table and let out a sad sigh. 

“Are you coming back?” His whispered plea for information bounced off of your walls that you could feel building back up and reinforcing themselves. 

“I don’t know Frankie.” You forced yourself to look at him. “Please let me out.” The two of you standing there with tears pooling in your eyes. He hesitated for a moment and the slowly nodded his head whilst opening the door for you. You hadn’t planned to not come back. You hadn’t even thought about it. Just focusing on one step at a time and at the moment you just needed to leave.

“I love you.” He whispered in your ear as you passed by him. Your body froze for a second before you nodded your head in acknowledgment and slowly walked to your car. Frankie didn’t move. You could see him standing at the front door watching your car leave until you rounded the corner and couldn’t see him anymore. 

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“There she is! Thank y- shit babe, you look awful! What’s wrong? Whats happened?” Your best friend jumped up from her chair as you placed the coffee cup on her desk and gave her a shy shrug. She placed her hands on your shoulders and gently guided you to sit on the nearest desk, taking a seat beside you and removing your own coffee cup from your shaking hands. “I honestly don’t know where to start Annie.” You bags fell from your drooped shoulders and you let them crash the floor by your feet as you fiddled with your hands in your lap and tried your hardest not to cry in the middle of her classroom. 

“Are you sick? Is Frankie sick? Is he safe? Did something happen at work?” Her voice rose with panic as her mind flooded with all kinds of scenarios. When you shook your head she clasped her hands over yours and gave them a reassuring squeeze. 

“Do you remember the night we met the boys?” She let out a huff of amusement at the memories of that night. 

“We know I don’t remember every detail but I remember the important bits…well most of them.” You took a deep breath before telling her everything that happened last night. 

“That motherfucker!” She was now pacing in front of you. Her hands flying in anger as she took in the story. “Annie!” you quietly scolded as you flashed your eyes over to the corridor to make sure there weren’t any little ears nearby. 

“Babe I couldn’t give a fuck right now. I ought to march right over to that ass and give him a piece of my mind and then find his cronies and give them hell too!” You hadn’t even thought about the other boys and now that you were, it just made the situation hurt more. They all clearly knew and were part of it but not one of them told you. Yes it was Frankie’s responsibility as your husband but did they even try and talk him into telling you? “This’ll be why Will and Frankie have been texting me all morning.” Annie sat back down beside you with her now cold cup of coffee and handed you yours. “What do you mean? What have they been saying?” You watched as she took the lid off of her cup and took a sip whilst she seemed to cringe and the realisation of what she said. 

“Well Will texts me all the time, especially when he’s back in town-“

“Annie.” You shot her a deadpanned look and she let out a dramatic sigh.

“They’ve both been asking me to keep an eye on you this morning but neither would go into details about why and I was just about to phone you when you text to say you were on your way in with coffee so I guessed you would tell me then.” She gave you an apologetic smile and you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “Tell them to mind their business.” Just then the school bell rang and Annie shot you a pained expression as she stood back up. “Are you sure you want to be here today? I could help find cover for you?” You stood to join her and she pulled you in for hug. You didn’t realise how much you needed it until you could feel yourself clinging on to her for dear life. 

“I need the distraction.” She kissed your cheek as you pulled apart and gave your hand a final squeeze as the roar of children made their way to their classes. “Ok but if you change your mind let me know. I’ll bring lunch to your room.” You mouthed a ‘thank you’ to her over the heads of her class as you made your way quickly down the corridor to your own room. 

By the end of the day you were completely and utterly exhausted both physically and mentally. Your phone had died just before lunch as you had forgot to charge last night but before it died you saw 27 texts light up your screen. Mostly from Frankie but there were a couple from Will, Benny and Annie too. 

When Annie turned up in your room panicked with two bowls of the ‘good’ cake and custard from the dinner ladies, you quickly eased her mind when you explained that your phone was dead. 

“That’s ok I was just going to start emailing you.” You let out a small laugh at her fake nonchalance. 

She later sent a pupil along to your room with a charger and a note letting you know you were more than welcome to stay at hers tonight. 

You decided not to charge your phone, instead enjoying the peace. You knew that if there was something important then someone could contact the school office to get you. 

Annie finally managed to convince to leave with her and although you decided not to go to hers, you weren’t sure where you were going to go. But as fate would have it, someone else was making that decision for you. 

You walked towards the carpark with Annie’s arm looped through yours as she babbled on about the drama in her class today when she suddenly stopped in her tracks and her body went completely stiff. Your head had been down watching the ground as you walked so you didn’t see the body leaning against your driver door. 

“What the hell are you doing?” You lifted your head to try and see what or who had upset Annie so suddenly. Thats when you saw the tall blonde rubbing the back of his neck nervously. 

Annie moved so that her body became a physical barrier between you and Benny. “I just came to talk. I mean no harm.” He raised his hands in surrender as he stood to his full height but didn’t move out the way of your door. 

“Don’t you think you’ve said enough Benny?” Both you and Benny winced at the brutal honesty of Annies words. It didn’t make you step in though. You were too tired for this and actually glad you had someone to fight this battle for you. 

“Please, I wont take long. We just got worried when you didn’t reply to anyones texts.” Benny tried to get around Annie and look you in the eye but your head was down and your arms were wrapped around your body as another layer of protection as Annie started to verbally lay in to the man in front of her. 

You had zoned out but caught the last of her rant “…fucking cruel.”. There was a slight blush on his face when you managed to look him in the face again. You decided you had better step in before a bigger scene was made. Parents and staff were already shooting glances in your direction and the last thing you needed was to be the gossip of the staff room and parent group chats. 

“Annie it’s ok. I’ll talk to him.” You put a reassuring hand on her elbow and squeezed gently as your voice came out stronger than you were expecting. You could see her about to argue but you just nodded your head in reassurance. She sighed before accepting and shooting Benny one more warning look. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Promise.” You whispered in her ear when she pulled you in for one more hug. She seemed to hesitate at your dismissal but eventually made her way over to her own car.

You stayed in place until you watched her drive away and then Benny moved over to let you have room beside him against your car. 

“What are you doing here Benny?” Your head tipped back to look at the darkening sky, pulling your jacket closer to your body. Noticing your movements, Benny took a small side step towards you. He didn’t touch you but his body heat made a little difference. 

Apart from Frankie, Benny had become the closest of the guys to you. You were similar in age and  loved to remind the other guys how old they were. You were like double trouble. He truly was one of your best friends and perhaps that was why this was hurting as much as it did. That not only was he the one that had to -drunkenly- bring up the bet but that it was him that had started the bet in the first place. Yeah obviously you didn’t know the guy when he apparently made the bet but he’s had nearly 4 years to get to know you. This was not how you treat a supposed best friend. Did you really know him? Could you get a person so wrong? Potentially. You married Frankie after all. 

“I just wanted to say I’m so sorry for last night. I was way out of line.” You could see from the corner of your eye that he was standing in a similar position. “Yeah…you were.” You sighed defeatedly. “It’s not just on you though. Does he know you’re here?” You turned your head to take in his side profile and watched his throat bob as you waited for an answer. 

He shook his head no and then cleared his throat, “Uh…no. I went over to your place this morning after Will told me everything that went down last night. I’m really sorry kid. It was never meant to come out like that.” Benny moved his hands into his pockets, his shoulders bunched up.

“It kind of feels like it wasn’t supposed to come out at all Benny.” You watched your feet as you kicked at a lose piece of gravel. “A bet Benny? Really? That shit hurts, especially coming from you.” Your voice cracked as a small tear slipped down your cheek. Benny’s head turned to take you in fully and you gasped in shock. How had you not noticed the growing black eye he now owned. “Did Frankie do that?” Your hand moved to touch his cheek but you caught yourself and pulled your hand back before you could. 

“I deserved it.” He shrugged and tried to flash his usual cheeky grin but it didn’t make it up to his eyes and you could tell it wasn’t just because one of them was swelling up. “Listen, it’s not my place to tell you all of this. That’s his job. All I’ll say is that from the moment he saw you, he changed. The bet was never real. It was just to get his mopey ass motivated to keep trying to get you to go out with him. Im not sure if you remember…but you took playing hard to get to the next level!” He nudged his shoulder with yours and you both let out a small laugh. “He was in a bad place back then. We all were.” You watched as his face became sombre and glazed over in memory of those days. “You saved us all kid and we’ll never forget that.” You were crying freely now and when he noticed he gently pulled your body into his. You felt his chest expand as he took a steadying breath and placed a small kiss on the top of your head as a tear from his own eyes landed on your forehead. Slowly your arms wound around his waist as your sobs became uncontrollable. 

Normally you would have no shame in crying but something in the back of your mind alerted you to the fact you were crying on a man that wasn’t your husband in the parking lot of your workplace.

Gaining some small sense of control back, you gently pulled yourself from Benny’s arms and used the sleeve of your jacket to wipe under your eyes. At the same time Benny moved to wipe a hand down his face before running both hands through his hair. He winced as his hand made contact with his black eye. “He shouldn’t have done that.” You whispered as you reached out to gently turn his chin and get a good look at his eye in the fading light. 

He took both of your hands in his and placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles that said much more than he was willing to say verbally before letting them go and taking a step back from you. “Im not trying to tell you what to do right now but he’s an absolutely wreck right now and I’m not saying it isn’t deserved…trust me I know it is.” He raised his hands again in surrender at the raise of your eyebrows. “but when he couldn’t get in touch with you and Annie stopped texting him back it took all of Pope and I’s strength to stop him from storming into the school just to make sure you made it and were ok.” 

You winced at the thought of him having to be held back by two of the guys. “If you can find it in you, could you at least let him know if you’re going home or not tonight?” You arms were back wrapped around yourself. Part of you didn’t want to cause Frankie any stress but a slightly bigger part felt like he deserved to sweat for a while longer. 

Benny must have been able to read your thoughts cause he let out a small huff of laughter and shook his head. 

“Or you know…I could phone him and let him know your ok and face his wrath for coming to see you after his warning this morning.” His good eye suddenly bugged at the last part of his sentence. You shot him a questioning look and he tried to roll his eyes before replying, “He might have made me swear to stay away from you for a while but…well, you know me.” The dirtiest snort of a laugh burst from you as he shrugged his shoulders and tried to wink at you from his swollen eye. “Ow, shit.” His hand coming up to touch his eye gently when he let out a hiss of pain. “I forgot how good his right hook can be.” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be a big, tough fighter these days Benny? Shouldn’t you have been able to block or dodge it or something?” You jested but his silence and wave of dismissal made you think that this black eye was his way of punishing himself. “Are you going to be able to drive with that? I can give you a ride?” 

“Don’t you worry about me kid. I’ll be fine. It’s you we’re worried about.” You put your hand in your pocket and used your keys as a fidget as you stood and thought about everything that Benny had just said and suddenly something Frankie had said last night came rushing back.

“$200. Thats what I would have won.” Why had he emphasised the word ‘would’?

“Benny…what happened with the bet?” A small, genuine small appeared on his face as he watched you for a moment before answering. The keys in your hand jingling the more your anxiety rose. 

“Like I said, there never was a bet kid. As soon as you agreed to give him your number that night I knew how this was going to play out.” Your brow furrowed in confusion but he continued on. “I just used the bet to make sure he didn’t give up on the best thing that would ever happen to him.” He stretched over and gave you shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Everyone knows how much I live for winding your husband up. Keeps his head straight and his heart true.” 

Did Frankie know that? Was that what he had been trying to tell you but you were too stuck in your own head to give him the chance to say? Your eyes were brimming with tears again when Benny leant down to whisper in your ear, “Go home kid. Talk to him.” With a quick kiss to your cheek and a “Love yah,” thrown over his shoulder, he was turning around to walk over to what you now recognised as Will’s truck on the other side of the parking lot. Once Will caught your eye, he gave you a quick salut and wink before starting the engine and hopefully taking his brother home to deal with his worsening black eye. 

You watched them leave the parking lot before pulling your keys out and unlocking the car. Once your bags were dumped on the passenger seat you searched through your handbag for your phone and plugged the charging cable from the radio into it. After a minute the device switched back on and your screen flashed with even more texts. The newest one being from Annie offering backup or a get away driver. You laughed but chose to ignore them all and go straight to Frankie’s name. 

I’m coming home. 

His reply came almost instantly.

Okay baby. I love you x

You decided not to reply and placed the phone in its holder before taking a deep breath and beginning your drive home. 

[deatheaterv]

A STRANGER

pairing : fred weasley x fem!reader

genre : angsty-fluff

summary : once inseparable, you and fred drifted apart after a misunderstanding, leaving him watching you from afar as you became the center of attention. at a gryffindor party, drunk and overwhelmed, he confessed years of pain, believing he no longer mattered to you.

it had been years since you and fred had spoken to each other. back when you were kids, you two were inseparable, always laughing and causing trouble together. but one day, something changed. it was a misunderstanding, something so trivial you couldn’t even remember the details anymore, but it was enough to put a wall between you. and over time, that wall grew taller. so, you became strangers, walking past each other in the halls of hogwarts like nothing had ever happened.

now, in your fifth year, you were practically the most popular person in gryffindor. everyone knew you, wanted to be around you. your charm, your wit, your laugh. it had all drawn people in, and you didn’t even realize how much fred had been watching you. he was trying so hard to ignore the growing feelings that had taken root inside him, but it was impossible. he would see you at dinner, surrounded by your friends, laughing, and it would hit him like a ton of bricks.

he never wanted to admit it, but he missed you. he missed the days when it was just the two of you, no expectations, no people trying to get your attention. just you and him, goofing off and making up jokes that no one else understood.

but now, fred found himself watching you from afar. he couldn’t just walk up to you and act like everything was fine. no, it wasn’t that simple. you were so popular, and he was just fred weasley, the prankster, the one who’d been left behind in your past. he couldn’t bear the thought of being rejected again.

so, he tried everything. he tried being funny, tried catching your attention with little tricks and pranks, but every time, you either didn’t notice or just brushed him off. it was so hard. he could see the way you smiled at other people, but when he tried to talk to you, you just treated him like a stranger. it was like he didn’t even exist to you.

that night, however, was different. it was the gryffindor party, and fred had had a little too much to drink. his thoughts were clouded, and the alcohol gave him a courage he didn’t want but desperately needed. he saw you across the room, laughing with your friends, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

“oi, y/n!” fred called out, stumbling slightly as he made his way over to you. you looked up, a little surprised to see him standing there, his face flushed and his expression unreadable. “can we talk?”

you raised an eyebrow but nodded, motioning for him to follow you to a quieter corner of the common room. you’d never really spoken to him much since you’d grown distant, it felt odd.

“what’s up, fred?” you asked, your voice polite but distant. fred ran a hand through his hair, looking down at his feet for a moment before finally meeting your eyes.

“do you even remember me?” he blurted out, his voice sharp and uneven. the question caught you off guard, and you blinked in confusion.

“huh?”

“do you even remember me, y/n? because i remember you. i remember every stupid thing about you. how you hate licorice wands but eat them anyway if you’re stressed. how you used to laugh at all my bad jokes even when no one else did.” his voice cracked, and he let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “but you? you don’t even look at me anymore.

your throat tightened, and you opened your mouth to respond, but he cut you off.

“do you know how much it hurts? to go from being your best mate to this? a stranger you can’t even bother to say hi to. i’ve spent years trying to figure out what i did wrong, why you stopped caring. but maybe the truth is you just outgrew me.” his voice dropped to a whisper, and his eyes, usually so full of mischief, looked so tired.

“fred, i..”

“no, it’s fine,” he interrupted, his tone laced with bitterness. “you don’t owe me anything. i just… i needed to get it out, you know? because i can’t keep pretending it doesn’t hurt. seeing you, knowing i’ll never mean anything to you again. it’s killing me.”

you stared at him, the weight of his words crashing down on you. for the first time in years, you saw fred. really saw him. not the jokester, not the prankster, but the boy who used to mean the world to you, the boy you’d let slip away.

fred gave you a forced smile, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “it’s okay, y/n. you don’t have to say anything. i just.. i needed you to know.”

before you could stop him, he turned to leave. but something in you snapped, and you grabbed his arm, pulling him back. he turned, startled, just as you leaned in and kissed him.

it wasn’t rushed or desperate. it was soft, careful, filled with everything you hadn’t been able to say. fred froze for a moment before his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. when you finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and his breath was shaky.

“you idiot,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “you never stopped meaning everything to me.”

fred let out a shaky laugh, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “well, that’s good to know. because you’ve always meant everything to me too.”

[sinukiyo]

The Ticking Timebomb

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this since I finished season 2 and just got the time. I wrote this to fill in the emotional gaps in their story from the show. Ekko and Jinx’s relationship is complex, and I wanted to explore the moments that were left unsaid, Ekko’s desperation to save her, and the pain of knowing things can never go back to the way they were.

This is my version of the part the show left out. I hope you enjoy reading!

Art by @Neonzitos

Ekko watches Jinx, the bomb clutched in her hand, the ticking sound mingling with the fast beat of his heart. She’s covered in paint, dry tears on her face, a chaotic mix of destruction and sorrow. He knows she’s ready to pull the detonator, to end it all, but he isn’t.

Not like this.

He activates his device, and everything freezes. The seconds stretch into eternity, before he rewinds. The world shifts back, the sound of the bomb ticking.

“Wait,” Ekko’s voice cracks as he steps forward. His heart races. “I just want to talk.”

Jinx glances over her shoulder at hm. “Get out of here, Ekko.”

“I just…”

She pulls the detonator again. The loud thundering blast, and ground shaking rumble threatens to drown him, but he rewinds again, gritting his teeth as time warps backward.

Sound is quick to fade this time, dissipating into nothingness. Ekko takes a step closer, though his body aches, his pulse quickening with each passing second. “I just want to talk to you, Powder.” His breath catches in his throat, and he changes the name. “Jinx.”

This isn’t Powder anymore.

It’s a bitter truth that neither of them can deny. Things have changed. But he came back for her, Jinx. Not Powder. He’s not going to lose her again. Even if things are different. Even if she’s not the same, he’s not giving up on her.

The device in Jinx’s hand blinks, and before Ekko can say anything more, she pulls the detonator again.

The explosion doesn’t happen. Not yet. Not as he activates his device once more, rewinding time by another four seconds. Ekko gasps for air. His strength is fading.

“You’re too late, Ekko,” Jinx mutters.

Her eyes are hollow. So hollow.

Wait!” Ekko shouts as his heart breaks.

But she pulls it again. The same deadly motion. The same intent.

He can’t let her go. Not like this. Not after everything. He can’t give up on her. Not again.

He triggers the device again. The world shifts. His body is growing weaker with each pass, and the memory of her, the girl she used to be, flickers in his mind.

“Always a dance with you,” he murmurs, his chest tight. His voice cracks with exhaustion and for a moment, his mind drifts to another place, another time. The alternate universe. The dance they shared. In his memory, it’s Powder, but before him stands Jinx. The woman she’s become.

His Jinx.

She glances at him, her eyes meeting his for just a second. And in that moment, there’s a glint of the connection they once had. It’s fleeting, but it’s there. He’s gasping now, struggling to catch his breath, his legs threatening to give way beneath him.

“I’m just… gonna sit down for a minute,” he says, forcing a chuckle through the pain. “See if I can talk an old friend out of blowing us up.”

Jinx doesn’t move. Her eyes flicker between him and the detonator, and for a heartbeat, Ekko thinks she might listen. But then, she steps forward. Her voice is small, tired. “I’m tired of talking.”

“No!” Ekko shouts, his voice rising in panic.

He rushes toward her, his body screaming in protest, and starts the device once more. Time rewinds. She’s back in front of him. He’s breathless, weak, but he doesn’t let that stop him. He doesn’t stop until he’s looking her in the eyes again.

So hollow.

“You know,” he starts, “I learned from someone very special that no matter what happened in the past, it’s never too late to build something new.” He’s leaning against his time device, struggling to stay upright. “Someone worth building it for.”

He sees her hesitate. The bomb is still in her hand, but the fire in her eyes softens. Just a little.

She takes a shaky breath. “I don’t build good things though,” she says, her voice a fragile whisper. She wipes her face, smearing paint across her cheeks. “Everything I build… it causes destruction. It’s what I’m good at. It’s all I’ve ever been good at.”

Ekko steps forward, but Jinx takes a step back.

“You don’t want to get close to me, Little Man. I would just get you killed too.”

“Everything I touch,” she continues, voice breaking, “everything I love… I lose.” Her hands drop to her sides, the detonator still held loosely in her grip. “Mylo. Claggor. Vander. Silco…” She chokes on their names, her chest heaving with a breath she can’t seem to catch. “Isha.”

Ekko’s eyes soften.

“Like how I do everyone else. I just need to end it.”

“No,” he says. “I can’t let you do that.”

Jinx turns away from him, her back to him as she looks to an empty space in the distance. “I’m sorry,” she whispers to no one in particular. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”

Ekko reaches out, his hand almost trembling as he steps closer, but before he can touch her, she scoffs bitterly.

“Even in my hallucinations, she can’t talk to me.”

The laugh that follows is hollow, like the sound of a broken bell tolling.

She’s slipping. He can feel it. Something is clawing at her, pulling her under, and he doesn’t know how much longer she’ll stay afloat.

“Jinx,” Ekko breathes. He reaches for her, but she pulls away. “Look at me.”

“Don’t,” she cries, shaking her head, her eyes wide with fear. “If you touch me, you’ll become one of them. You’ll be a ghost too. You’ll die just like them. Just like all of them.” Her words spill out frantically. “You should be scared. You should be terrified, Ekko. I’m cursed. I’m a jinx. Everything and everyone I touch gets destryed.”

Ekko’s heart aches. Scared? Not of her. Never of her. He takes a step forward, then another, his gaze never leaving hers.

“Why should I be scared?” he asks calmly, despite the storm brewing in his chest. “I’m right here, Jinx. And I’m not going anywhere.” He steps closer, his hand reaching out to cup her face, his thumb brushing the tear-streaked paint. “You’re not alone.”

Jinx recoils at first, her body trembling, but she doesn’t pull away. Not completely. And Ekko takes that as a sign. A sign that he hasn’t lost her yet.

He leans in, brushing his lips against her forehead, then her cheeks, kissing away the tears that continue to fall, one by one. His lips are warm against her skin, gentle, but insistent. Each kiss is a promise. A promise that he will stay.

More tears fall from her eyes, but he doesn’t stop. He kisses them away, again and again. Then he pulls her into his arms and she struggles a moment, but he doesn't let her go. Eventually, she collapses against him. Her body trembles, her hands clutching at his chest, holding onto him tightly as she sobs.

He moves his lips closer to her ear, whispering softly, “it’s okay. I got you. I got you, I promise.”

She’s getting him messy. Now, he’s covered in her paint and tears. And Ekko doesn’t care. He pulls her closer, his arms tightening around her. . He wants her on him. All of her. Every part of her.

Jinx’s sobs begin to slow, the air around her settling. After several moments, her hands relax. She pulls away slightly, her hands still clutching him, but her gaze lifts to meet his. Her eyes are red, her face streaked with paint and tears, but to him, she's beautiful.

He cradles her cheeks gently in his hand, his thumb brushing away the remnants of her tears, and she leans into his touch, her breath hitching. There’s a faint smile on her lips, though it’s a fragile thing.

“You’re a mess,” she whispers. Her voice is still hoarse from the crying, but there’s a tenderness in it, a softness that he hasn’t heard from her in a long time.

Ekko smiles back, his thumb still caressing her cheek as he leans in, pressing his forehead to hers. His eyes close as he breathes her in. “That’s fine,” he murmurs. “Messy’s good. We’re good.

She lets out a soft, shaky laugh and pulls back just enough to look at him fully. Her fingers reach up, and slowly, she starts to smear more of her glowing paint on him. Paint streaks across his face, his neck, his chest. And in her eyes, there’s a spark, a subtle hint of life that used to be there before, when they were kids.

And Ekko knows. He knows that she isn’t Powder anymore. Isn't the girl that went away. Neither is he the same boy from back then. Time has changed them.

“You know,” she teases, “I’ll hurt you, right?”

The playful challenge in her voice makes Ekko grin and his heart lightens. She wipes a smear of pink on his chest, the paint forming an ‘X’ right over his heart. She looks up at him. Her eyes are mischievous and daring, the way she’s always been.

“Right there,” she says, her lips curving into a half-smile.

Ekko raises an eyebrow, his grin widening. Without a second thought, he takes some of the paint from his own chest, swiping it across her, marking her with an identical ‘X’ on her own.

“If it’s you,” he says, his gaze never leaving hers, “I don’t mind.”

And in that moment, it’s just them. Just Jinx and Ekko. Hearts beating. Two halves of the same whole.

[sunshinedaisywrites777]

Shadows of the Past, Light of the Present (DI!Leon Kennedy x F!Reader)

Warnings- Bad experiences of the reader with her ex, age gap (Leon is in his 30's, reader is in her 20's)

A/N- Thank you everyone for all the likes and reblogs. All are much appreciated 💜

The mall was buzzing with life, filled with the chatter of families, the click of high heels on tiled floors, and the occasional excited squeal from children exploring toy stores. You and Leon wandered side by side, his hand comfortably resting at the small of your back.

“This place is huge,” Leon said, scanning the rows of electronics stores. “You sure we won’t get lost in here?”

You smirked. “We’ll be fine as long as you don’t run off.”

Leon chuckled. “Not a chance. I’m your bodyguard, remember?”

The two of you stepped into an electronics store, your eyes lighting up at the sight of sleek gadgets and shiny displays. Leon leaned against a shelf while you examined a set of wireless speakers.

“This one’s good,” you said, pointing to a compact model with excellent reviews.

Leon crossed his arms, tilting his head thoughtfully. “But does it work with that overkill TV you’re eyeing? Or are we gonna have to come back to upgrade the speakers next month?

You laughed, playfully nudging him. “Hey, quality matters! Plus, you’ll thank me when you’re watching movies with surround sound.”

His phone buzzed in his pocket, interrupting the banter. Leon frowned as he checked the screen. “Work,” he muttered, his expression briefly serious. “I’ll just take this real quick, okay?”

“Go ahead,” you said, giving him a reassuring smile.

Leon stepped outside the store, leaving you to continue browsing. You were engrossed in comparing two models of soundbars when a voice you hadn’t heard in a long time pulled you from your thoughts.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

Your heart sank as you turned to see your ex standing a few feet away, hands in their pockets, a smirk playing on their lips.

“What do you want?” you asked, keeping your tone neutral.

“Relax, I’m just being friendly,” they said, though the edge in their voice was far from kind. “Funny running into you like this. Guess you’re still into shopping for shiny toys instead of fixing what’s real.”

You stiffened. “This isn’t the time or place for this. Just leave.”

But your ex wasn’t done. “I still can’t believe how fast you moved on. Does he know how clingy you get? Or how you used to cry over the smallest things? Must be exhausting for him.”

Their words hit a nerve, memories of the toxic relationship flashing through your mind. You clenched your fists, determined not to let them see you falter.

Just then, a familiar voice cut through the tension.

“I think you’ve said enough.”

Leon’s calm yet commanding tone made your ex visibly flinch. He strode up to you, his expression cool but his eyes sharp as they locked onto your ex.

“And who are you?” your ex asked, their confidence wavering.

“I’m the person who’s lucky enough to be with them,” Leon replied, standing close to you. “And unlike you, I actually know how to treat them with respect.”

Your ex scoffed. “You don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

Leon stepped forward, his posture relaxed but intimidating. “Oh, I know plenty. I know they’re better off without someone who drags them down. And I know you’re wasting your time trying to get under their skin because nothing you say matters anymore.”

Your ex opened their mouth to retort, but Leon raised a hand.

“Save it. You’ve already said enough to prove why you’re in their past. So do yourself a favor and walk away before you embarrass yourself further.”

Your ex hesitated, then muttered something under their breath before slinking away into the crowd.

Leon turned to you, his expression softening immediately. “Hey, you okay?”

You nodded, though your voice trembled slightly. “Yeah. Thanks for that.”

He touched your arm gently. “You don’t have to thank me. Nobody gets to treat you like that—not while I’m around.”

You smiled, warmth spreading through your chest. “I mean it, Leon. You’re amazing.”

“Damn right I am,” he said with a small grin, pulling you into a comforting hug.

After a moment, he stepped back, his gaze playful. “Now, let’s get those speakers and grab some ice cream. I think we’ve earned it.”

The two of you continued shopping, his arm draped protectively around your shoulders. Later, over bowls of ice cream at the food court, you found yourself laughing at his jokes and forgetting all about the earlier encounter.

That evening, as you set up the new gadgets at home, Leon’s goofy commentary and occasional mishaps filled the room with laughter. The warmth of his presence reminded you that, no matter what the past held, the future was brighter with him by your side.